Desolate Souls
The sky is gray, and nothing is near
Nothing to say, but much to fear
All alone, in a lonely desertion
This situation cannot be worsened
The barren land of my surroundings
It causes deep and hopeless sadness
What is remaining of my life is doubting
With nothing else other than vastness
Desolate souls, lost and wandering out in this barren world
Out of control, seeking for hope in this arid locale
They are forgotten, and neglected of all their freedom
And only one who can realize, these desolate souls
The sky is pale, and nothing is close
Nowhere to go, not much more to cope
All alone, in a lonely desertion
This situation can now be worsened
The barren land of my surroundings
It causes deep and hopeless sadness
What is remaining of my life is doubting
With nothing else other than vastness
Desolate souls, lost and wandering out in this barren world
Out of control, seeking for hope in this arid locale
They are forgotten, and neglected of all their freedom
And only one who can realize, these desolate souls
But desire's to come, only before my eyes
And lately, we are able to break free
What use to be feared has been forgotten
Let us break free, as desolate souls
Nothing to say, but much to fear
All alone, in a lonely desertion
This situation cannot be worsened
The barren land of my surroundings
It causes deep and hopeless sadness
What is remaining of my life is doubting
With nothing else other than vastness
Desolate souls, lost and wandering out in this barren world
Out of control, seeking for hope in this arid locale
They are forgotten, and neglected of all their freedom
And only one who can realize, these desolate souls
The sky is pale, and nothing is close
Nowhere to go, not much more to cope
All alone, in a lonely desertion
This situation can now be worsened
The barren land of my surroundings
It causes deep and hopeless sadness
What is remaining of my life is doubting
With nothing else other than vastness
Desolate souls, lost and wandering out in this barren world
Out of control, seeking for hope in this arid locale
They are forgotten, and neglected of all their freedom
And only one who can realize, these desolate souls
But desire's to come, only before my eyes
And lately, we are able to break free
What use to be feared has been forgotten
Let us break free, as desolate souls
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Writer(s): Tragic Comedy
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