lost on the hill of treasured hope
to be unforgotten and bewildered
blind windmills facing the rope
cry this fortune to be conquered
I can see the eyes of your sin
Ignorance to my ultimate push
never too wise to feel your skin
enraged this emotional path
Heal the past
inside my panic
Heal the past
inside my panic
Now I see where its all gone
Words dont beleive my choice
love whereas bound to the dawn
werent this faith to be trusted upon
The presence kills every memory
soon it will join the dreams
all absence of you will dissapear
fresh and nurtured love gleaming
Heal The Past
inside my panic
Heal my past
inside this panic
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