domingo, 10 de abril de 2011

Windmill...

 








tomorrow's gone away
and i don't know if anything that i love
is gonna stay
the thoughts in my head, flowers on my way
they're fading, turning gray

and i don't know if i will last another day
with all the sadness
all this fire, all the ashes...

my dream world's been shot down
and i can't live without...

it seems all the freedom, all the innocence
is locked behind bars, blocked by a fence
and happiness does not fill us anymore
and all the beautiful, simple things
that i've ever known are now lying on the floor...

erase those guns, fly again, take me away
to a place where i wouldn't lose my faith
and the clouds would bring me breezes of freedom
and i would only see the sky, dawns and begginings of happier days