Some long years are gone,
So much passes in this time,
Like an abyss, deep and hungry,
And i think hope tastes its fine.
So many dreams were fallen down,
And I've lived in days of emptiness.
So many doubts were grown,
And my room dived into darkness.
I heard me scream...
Then I understood,
That I'm a prison of myself.
Life is not that easy,
Not off the shelf.
Bleeding hearts have to heal,
You can't buy a new one.
I had bad things to feel,
And the scars are never gone.
But you can change your fate,
Open your window.
Go out of your gate,
And start to shovel snow.