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Somewhere


How many times will the wind keep blowing? How much further do we have to go? Better off finding a way out, never knowing how much time we have lost here. How many lives are willing to spare them, bleeding and clawing their way to the top? Best to keep to yourself friend, find a way to never let them know their power in here. Almost out, but the faces doubt. Voices scream and shout the names of the lost ones out. How many times will the wind keep blowing? How much further do we have to go? Better off finding a way out, never knowing how much time we have lost here. How many lives are willing to spare them bleeding and clawing their way to the top? Best to keep to yourself friend, find a way to never let them know their power in here. Almost out, but the faces doubt. Voices scream and shout the names of the lost ones out. Oh it was so different then, back in a time when everything made sense. No one ever remembers in the end. How many times will the wind keep blowing? How many times will the wind keep blowing? How many times will the wind keep blowing? Sometimes here you're better off knowing, nothing. Nothing.
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