If there’s a once upon a time
without a happily ever after
sitting here, writing another rhyme
hearing a clear laughter
The tears are running down my face
blood is dripping over my hand
trying to imagine a beautiful place
I’m no longer the strongest to stand
It’s funny, how music tells how you feel
when words are running out
and you realize, this sorrow is real
all I can do is scream and shout
I hope the angels will hear me
come over when I sleep
telling me that I’m free
and touch my heart real deep
Please hold my cold hand
Give me warmth and strength
Pick me up, so I can stand
And conquer this world, ‘cause alone I can’t…