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[In memory of Wojciech Seweryn]

Night, fear takes its form

Filling my mind

And all that was certain is gone

I touch the wood and smile to my thoughts

This path won't lead me home

[Chorus:] Pictures of past closed in the hand

Unfinished chapter of life

Reminiscence of a place I belong

Won't never sink into oblivion

He had the right, you had the law

I unclench my fists and talk to the stone

Thrown to the wolves, commited no crime

The only real thing that I know is

TIME - deadly consequence

without a word of protest

shadow of doubt

stream with no source

I close my eyes I can feel no pain

Fragile as old painting without frame

I need no guide to where I roam

The last part of this trip I'll walk alone

[Chorus:] Pictures of past closed in the hand

Unfinished chapter of life

Reminiscence of a place I belong

Pack your bags, sign here it's pure formality