Made Of Iron

Gates To Purgatory
Is this my father real or is it just a dream answer this question have I died or do I live and if it's a dream then why am I afraid of it afraid to feel the fear that penetrates my being how can I see my life passing in front of me i feel the pain that other felt because of me how can I judge myself when I was wrong or right nothing but darkness now but I can see a light I hear a voice now ''son it is time to leave, your hour hasn't come you must go back and leave'' everything disappears but something has remained my spirit I have met my soul I have regained From Letras Mania