Ragecrow
Greed, 24, PolandLast seen: Monday morning
29499 plays since 13 Jan 2009
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About Me
. . .
Message of the blowing wind
Erasing memories
Stars are the witnesses of our existence
Change is what the world awaits
Could that be peace or war?
The answer no one knows
Trusting the break of dawn
The blue bird flies away
. . .
Travelling beyond the bounds
We have to take that step
What are we waiting for? It's now or never
Fear to see "The World to Be"
Is why we hesitate
Repeat the same mistake
Hoping to break new ground
The blue bird flies away
. . .
Reaching out to catch the sun
To hold it in our hands
Longing for something strong to hide our weakness
Soon the light may disappear
Nothing is meant to last
Yet we believe our world
Searching for happiness
The blue bird flies away
. . .
Message of the blowing wind
Erasing memories
Stars are the witnesses of our existence
Change is what the world awaits
Could that be peace or war?
The answer no one knows
Trusting the break of dawn
The blue bird flies away
. . .
Travelling beyond the bounds
We have to take that step
What are we waiting for? It's now or never
Fear to see "The World to Be"
Is why we hesitate
Repeat the same mistake
Hoping to break new ground
The blue bird flies away
. . .
Reaching out to catch the sun
To hold it in our hands
Longing for something strong to hide our weakness
Soon the light may disappear
Nothing is meant to last
Yet we believe our world
Searching for happiness
The blue bird flies away
. . .
