festering

echo's bouncing around are the only things that she's hearing..

standing in the verge of happiness only to rekindle sadness
she's looking into things..
chasing minds to oblivion, gazing with moon kissed eyes..
chances should come when light is night
and everything else are made w/ in sight...

walking...
only to soon be running
running..
only to soon be sobbing,
what has happened with today?
we only believe in those dreams hoping they will come true
sighing every now and then just to keep on breathing...
chasing minds to oblivion, free flowing sadness..
chances should be kept with in reach and sight
just to make it through the night..

don't let go..don't look behind..
just believe and look forward on the dying light..

hold your hands into a prayer then just believe..
chasing minds to oblivion, the festering light in the night
chances are made not fated
you just gotta look inside..