one minute tired, weak, but strong for feelings that end the day.
then we remember all the good days, the ways we built up in experience.
look, listen, learn and feel and smell the taste for everyday,
we can't go back to the times, that stopped our lifes.
all the lessons we learned in life, we can't forget.
critisized to understand.
it's a never ending diary, where every page could be a day.
life's gone. life's born to find a thousand ways, or not.
and no one can describe the struggle, we're living in
and no one can hide.
face the fears in colour, sound and tears,
so life could be better.
and we're anti-a******* in this world and we're strong
for humanity, to open our mouths,
cause we've coloured horizons in the grey.
then we remember all the good days, the ways we built up in experience.
look, listen, learn and feel and smell the taste for everyday,
we can't go back to the times, that stopped our lifes.
all the lessons we learned in life, we can't forget.
critisized to understand.
it's a never ending diary, where every page could be a day.
life's gone. life's born to find a thousand ways, or not.
and no one can describe the struggle, we're living in
and no one can hide.
face the fears in colour, sound and tears,
so life could be better.
and we're anti-a******* in this world and we're strong
for humanity, to open our mouths,
cause we've coloured horizons in the grey.