I know you are there somewhere because sometimes i still have your visions
The crazy you rushing to a tranquil place, you hoped for to arrive later
Never caring about the faces of people changing like a seasons
Cause deep down you were overwhelmed about marching to meet me in the future.
Just some places you had to run to
Just some faces you had to pass through
Just some ladders you had to climb to
And just some wars you had to fight through
The march is over and here i am without you, your place and the freedom
You disappeared with the wars transferring your allayed dreadful visions
Here i am now caring about the faces of people changing like a seasons
Feeling the absence of undisturbed and untroubled you in my reasons
But i hope i just have some places to run to
Just some faces to pass through
just some ladders to climb to
and just some wars to fight through to get back on track.