Elige una pista para reproducir
As I move my way through
All the papers you made part of you
Life is stripped back bare
And all that's left is care
Does a tree grieve
When it loses it leaves?
No the winter will pass
And life again will be grasped
The road it may be hard
And there are those who could lose heart
But the world it goes around
And a new way will be found
As I make my through
All the beliefs you made part of you
I choose to be set free
With open eyes I can truly see
As I move my way through
All the objects you made part of you
I'm inspired from above
And all that matters is our love