I doomed my body lying somewhere much down
But I felt the breeze was blowing around my hands
I felt there was nothing I can prove true.
I felt the pain from the ages past of gloom
After all that I knew I still had nothing to prove
I was sailing like an odd every now and then
As long as you heal my pain it’s true in the end.
Now call me crazy, or call me insane
You still got me caught at middle in the end
If I try the same and pray for you there in disdain
But you will be there going leaving only my hand.
You make me strong, you make me weak, you make me to mourn
Still I’ll be there waiting for you spreading my hand
If I’ll go crazy, but you still don’t find the reason you can
My promise I’ll be back on solid ground holding your hand.
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