On our way to light
we are losing our own sheen
there's no chance to fight
once it's gone you cannot gain it back
Can't no longer see
through the eyes of the care-free
none of it left in me
even the remnants perished a while ago
Enigma of life hems ruin within
i've seen it's rife with all this nice sin
but still feel like...
On wings of time we have been flying
for too long it seems to me there is no turning back hence
thou i'm stronger and wiser now still i
yearn the way things used to bee, return to innocence
I've been trying to find
a path to that lost sentiment
how could i rescind
the progress of the years that pass me by
We've become enslaved
like helots grinding on and on
hoping i had saved
the urge for freedom in my heart
Enigma of life hems ruin within
i've seen it's rife with sin
Turning back...