Hey,
The emptiness in my day,
the list goes on like dead men fighting for a dream
Give me a reason not to burry her smile within my, oh fuck, I'm a fool
I'm no poet, nor I'm good at loving
I'm no man, for a man will do the deed when he has done dreaming
hey,
I've read the story, of how love conquers all
it's almost natural
Like a cold morning or a warm night