Living World Past Me ^минус

I Keep an eye the bright star 
I keep an eye the time flies 
the wind is rushing past me 
the mirrored sky is carrying me 
the sun is leaving before my eyes 
the glare is fading before my eyes 
the ghosts are saying goodbye to you 


I'm tired of the fear of uncontrolled 
tired of the inability to return
tired of the endless overload 
I wanted to return my native home 
Among those wounds that hurt now 
my star burns brightly now 
life is coming to an end 
give me the strength to see the dawn 

(And time flies past me)