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The clouds move on,
the earth turns grey;
the earth turns grey;
The happiness I felt,
has quickly gone away;
has quickly gone away;
The whisper of the wind,
seems to call my name;
seems to call my name;
I try to respond,
but it seems I'm not the same;
but it seems I'm not the same;
Everything I see,
and everything I feel;
and everything I feel;
Sometimes seems like a dream,
where nothing there is real;
where nothing there is real;
I grasp onto reality,
and try to play this game;
and try to play this game;
But every single thing,
always remains the same;
always remains the same;
The mist is finally fading,
the truth is here to stay;
the truth is here to stay;
The illusions are finally passing,
the lies have gone away;
the lies have gone away;
But reason cannot save me,
tears will not heal;
tears will not heal;
I've giving it some time,
to see what will be revealed;
to see what will be revealed;
No one has the answers,
no one holds the key;
no one holds the key;
I'm wishing for a miracle,
that you'd belong to me;
that you'd belong to me;
Until then,
I'm lost with my solitude;
I'm lost with my solitude;
Lost in this window,
with no view.
with no view.
By Liz Waller
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