Same place, different time
Same chase, a different line
A chance to heal, to allow what's real
To take it's course
Like a brush in hand to paint a picture
Of what we would like to see and love to be
The vision is clear, taking charge of fear
For granted I do not take the future
To be changed by triumph
Tears and pain of the past
I gain wisdom
The fragile art of existence
Is kept alive by sheer persistence
The fragile art of existence
No time for self-pity, no time for dwelling on
What should have been but is yet to be
Take the plunge, take the chance
Safe in the heart and soul from elements
Spawned by those void of no self-worth
And no sense of dreams

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN