Sometimes Im so tired to be right and to get higher over faults and troubles. When all the things are double, how to have a full control, wondering which way to go. I ventured to get loose even its possible to lose all Ive got and love. But theres a heaven above the iron of my mighty will. Im stronger than the pain I feel. Fantasy and nothing at all. No help and signs to show, to save me from being in two minds may I reach you or Im blind to see the real picture of my life and the profit of my cry. Deep traces of my own decision build the beauty of this vision. It remains of you and me in past life. Be born again to see this empty room and smile to defeat the loneliness of your exile.
ventured, exile, double, possible, profit