Don’t ask me where I am fromI live in my little world The sea of sorrow, danger, doubt and denial around;Don’t ask me who I amMy soul is flying awayMy body is left behind;Don’t ask me what I wantLet my life be beautiful like summer flowersDeath like autumn leaves;Don’t ask me what I am looking forNo matter how far I runMy rainbows always seems at a great distance;
Don't ask me whre I will be My kingdom is over there, over there The mist, the hurricane, and the ashes..... |