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Round and round we get nowhere With our heads down we don't see And we don't know What should we have to. I saw before,how they seek And how they die,they yearn; Birds refuse to fly. So,I can feel them I so wish to be one of you again But I'm dead,I'll not die again. Force that I need it makes me feel so weak To achieve my hopes And seal my fate But distance makes me feel so late. I have to be just honest with my needs With that weight on my back And the truth in my heart I open my eyes in the darkest nights. Oh,smooth creator of life Would you hear my voice And take my pain away. I cry with no tears,in the lunar light I pray in my loneliness,with no fears I'd rather be gone. From Letras Mania