11.Transicion

Wrapped and tide to a doubt And inner in the flesh Darkened depressions succumbing again Waiting the hour The strings snaps inside Left for a second to take my own life All the strings are Just my torments A sort of combinations Of fear and despair The symptom: That searches its way It only breaks and it takes the last moments Of narrowed faiths This last fear Reaching all inside of me Presents … A distant voice That has become my only hope You think it’s gone But its here for you You just have to believe For once This time of settings And last intents This pain inside of me Will take me no place I’ll try once more Before I’m gone And see the rain Washing all Believe the eyes That you once saw Believe the eyes Those haven’t gone ´Cause it’s worth and It’s the hope you ´re waiting The proposition I’m giving you I will not have it one more time So I’ll open my eyes and hope that you’re there