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You reached the trax of life

leading to nowhere

and the last train is gone.

Lines of love – lines of hate

you never understood

senselessly burning, senselessly turning around.

We were flying high

like a wandering sigh

but I touched the ground

what once seemed real

decayed to dust

can't stand this pain I feel.

Mark my grave and whisper in my ear

where does the river lead to?

When all breaks apart for what you have

lived, loved, hated, feared?

You reached the edge of nowhere

where life is just a dream

where love is just a word

where hope is just a spark

where fear is just an illusion.

You touched the thorns of the north

you felt the frost of the night

you heard the voice of the cold

you dreamt of a wintertale

long forgotten and gone

and in the end... frost.