Deep wounds are engraved on the soul of mine,
nothing can cure them, there's a very cross line,
the time has come, nothing else matters,
prophecy told from our forefathers,
never believed, that i'm the one,
who will lost his love, and never calm down,
now with a broken heart to live again,
through the enormous pain, i've cut the vain,
what to do ? what to dream 'bout,
flying high with no wings, don't have the will to fly.
As I saw the light, think that soon will end,
but I open my eyes and see...
Reality again came to me.