The Fields Of Ius Paroles

and there's greed
that's always behind
and I can not recall
knowing what we find
or what is planned
I'd hoped that its nice
or better then this
but everything is so beautiful
and nothing hurts
I tell myself but
I am so alone
and so scared
and so anger less
but I must carry on
towards his rise
in hands
through the waves
and oh so fragile hands
so there
oh just like my own or better than this
and everything is so beautiful
and I think it hurts
I tell myself but
everything is beautiful
and nothing hurts
I tell myself
but they're forsaken of anything
and these plans cause
I'm scared and alone
and I'm seeing a doorway
for my life
to be more then a point
on a wake lost
its bones I can't bare