Disobey, the heart-broken
Have no speech with
Freedom no longer needed
Regrets, descends tears
Don't know who would leave
Fall down again
Sorrow drifts in breeze
Brandish our hands
Commitment burns with flame
Eternal love is only grows the fun
Invulnerable
Look for something not known
Sigh, consider the proud being past
Only ferment the words
All i can do
What i would see
Fragment mood tackle the lies
Finally the rhyme of phrase
Constructs the stories
Could be seen, from us...
