Though... I can't see sometimes the frozen nights
when heaven cheers with chords and sings,
youthful I supose to be free,
as if this feelings belong all to me.
More sounds please, I groaned with fear,
no sounds of dear play loudly for me???
Wherever an outside chorus echoes in my head
I reflect myself in a thousands notes and ways.
Whenever a world of hope no longer sings along.
In my wishlist I only dream about a world for me at anyplace for real.