The Piece Of Silence

the [bad word] world sometimes is so unfair
to little souls like mine... so cold and scared
the dying flame of fire in the eyes...
so lost and weak... your misery...

the road of life is bending up and down
and nights are walking by with moons on sky
I want to save these views inside my mind
and pass away with sands of time

so how and why you'll resque my
forgotten soul
my face is pale the days of [bad word] 
are close

where are the changes to the good that made
those profits from the centuries that passed
away from here to search the land of ease
 [bad word] and fear to disappear...

where are the moments that i sweared to keep
all of the promices are drown in weep
the thread between this world and me was torn
and what is left... [bad word] hope..

so how and why you'll resque my
forgotten soul
my face is pale the days of [bad word] 
are close