Letras:Protagonist. The Chronicle. The Winter Fire.

Today I walked away from something
that could've been m destiny.
Some paint pink skies while others dwell in darkness.
I put on the face of forgetting,
just like the skill of letting go,
of the greatest dream I ever had.

Here we burn, chasing our stars,
We walk the road no matter how far.

These ghosts will forever haunt my dreams,
and it's in my sleep.
When I recall the days of yesteryear,
the past seven years finally become clear.

My heart burns there too, a part of me died with you.

On December 16th 1992 the calendar stopped,
and I'm trapped forever screaming myself to sleep
"this is the longest winter I've ever known."
I put on the face of forgetting,
just like the skill of letting go,
of the greatest dreams I've ever had.

Here we burn, chasing our stars,
we walked a road no matter how far.

I put on the face of forgetting,
just like the skill of letting for of;
the greatest dream I ever had,
the greatest dream I ever had,
the shortest dream I ever had,
the greatest dream, the shortest dream I ever had.

This is for the ladies in black,
and for the sons of fire.
If your lost and alone don't be afraid,
because I too am still searching.
To resist is to dream, to dream is to believe,
and I still believe.