DREAMS CRUCIFIED

Knightley, Denmark (t@x.dk)

Seven thousand six hundred and twenty-one days, a perpetual countdown a battle against time, time that would not let hate go unnoticed, my rare tears comes in rivers now, a stream of emotions, ten thousand times any felt before

They took more than you, they stole my youth, my beliefs, my naive faith in this world, within seconds I grew up, torn from my youthful fantasies of life without fears, as my dreams were crucified with you

Why is there such hate in their eyes, when all they do is look at me, watch over me, the light in your heart now shines as the brightest star in the cold autumn night, watch over me, as I have nothing left to believe in