Letras:Ambitions. Question. Playing Dead.

Empty shadows, blinding lights, swallow what we have today.
Hope and anticipation becomes endless tragedy.
What is left but reality?
Spirits left to lift in the abscense of a dream.
We close our eyes and try to wish the time away,
waiting for the finest things we'll never see.
Hollow longing, lowered stares, reaching out for what's to be.
Life's defining moemnts never taking shape.
We close our eyes and try to wish the time away,
waiting for the finest things we'll never see.
If I go back in time I might not like just what that means,
(but) if I go forward, moving forward, where will I be?
Keep moving forward, there's more time to give.
Keep pushing onward, and find the will to live