In the middle of a foggy winter
Here I am, following a blurred pathway
Tempted by the Devil, I fall
My guardian angel lets go of my hand with a tear...
In the end of a scorching summer
Desert mirages are at play;
I am in the sand dunes and I call
For someone who can erase my fear...
In the passage of autumn, some part of me dies away
As a dry leaf that falls off a bare tree
As a life that has subdued itself for a long slumber;
Tired of fighting, tired of confrontations...
It is Spring; will it be a new life, a new day?
Can we ever be free
Of blurred pathways that seem to stretch on forever;
The alleys of Desolation..
