The eternal freedom,
of an open sky,
laying endless above me,
as my life flows by.
I can't do anything,
but sit and cry.
And everyday I wonder,
how can I?
Save the world,
and all who inhabit it.
Before the apocalypse,
falls from the skies.
The sun will fail,
the moon will die.
Must our souls hide,
in disguise?
The midnight keeps falling,
to fast to save
to cherish the moments,
until we are taken to the grave.
And even though there are heros,
show me some one who's brave.
Who can do what I can not.
Who will try?
Save the world,
and all who inhabit it.
Before the apocalypse,
falls from the skies.
The sun will fail,
the moon will die.
Must our souls hide,
in disguise?
Through me to the hands of fate,
ingnite my adverturous soul.
How can I... fly
How will I... cry
If anyone's listening tell me how to,
Save the world,
and all who live here.
Before the apocalypse,
becomes more than fear.
The sun will shine
until the end is near.
Our souls forever shrouded.
Goodnight.
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