On a winding path, I know not a way to surrender
My mind is gone; I need a way to remember
A flash of memory, a face appearing
Why can I no longer see clearly?
I've become blind to reality, deaf to reason
Can’t figure this out, I need something to believe in
I need you here with me
But I have to let you go, believe me
They say listen to your heart, its speaks the ancient language of the world
But how can I when the one to speak to has forgotten that language?
The words that inspire us to be extraordinary have long been overlooked
And ever since, the world was kept on tenterhooks
Author
Whiteroses
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