beneath the skin there are secrets to be found
a whole life of mistakes he didn't care about
breathing up the pieces of what was left behind
he is walking slowly intending not to arrive

his eyes turn into glass
they reflect all the sadness
written in sand, like in his marked soul
is the name of his love

facing all the loneliness, created by his fears
marching into nothingness, among destroyed dreams
there is no way back now that he has come so far
keeping the old track, abode with scars

something makes him wish he didn't let it go
the story he did not wanted to be a part of
he could have everything, a life of joy and pain
but he did not want it , so he threw it all away

now it is past
his eyes turn into glass
and reflects all the sadness
written in sand, like in his marked soul
is the name of his love

he takes a handful dust
it is all he can hold

 
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