Wary Approach - Angel of the light
Life is a perverted game,
rotten, without fantasy.
Freedom is a hollow flame,
hope a kind of irony.
All around I feel decay
following my rusty rails.
Trapped in sacred yesterday
people walk back on their trails.
Their mistakes they make again,
and I don't know what to do.
The result would be the same
so I only wait for you.
Years ago I knew my way,
lived a life of harmony.
As I remember every day
this walk turned into agony.
Angel of the light,
can't you see my aching heart ?
Envoy of the bright,
won't you bring me wings to start
my eternal flight ?
