Let her lost in the madness of the world;
when lazy souls are almost dying between words.
It was summer turned autumn, and if the autumn comes in gray,
she'll find a blessing on the balk she overcame.
Let her be another step for solid grounds
for making role of who she is, not who she was;
Let her lost in the madness of the world;
when souls are dying between words.
only and lonely... walks alone the greatest show she ever made
only and lonely... a complex mix for all the seas she overflies
only and lonely... enjoying being great discreet singularity;
only and lonely... the grat feeling of having own self-clarity.
