Burning hot the Fire in your soul
Wind of time and wind of change
Set you free from your control
Boring living in a cage
You were trying to escape?
Now you’re trying to come in?
You are trying to survive!
You are moving to live on!
With illusion in your sight
You are chasing misty dream.
Always need some sort of fight,
Bloody fight that makes you live
You are running through the time,
Feel the emptiness of cry?
Open mind and look behind,
Ask the stars why you can’t die
You will live without answer,
If you want to live in safe,
And you soul is just the ashes,
If it does not burn in pain
With illusion in your sight
You are chasing misty dream.
Always need some sort of fight,
Bloody fight that makes you live
Chasing Your Dream
© Copyright: Motor, 2003
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