These brushstrokes on the canvas..
makes a dream...makes a face
a face I knew long time ago..
Its gone now...and its my disgrace.
Maybe she is gone...
maybe she is gone too far..
Now...she wont sacrifice for me..
The dream left behind a scar..
Never lost her face from my canvas
Maybe they had turn grey and old..
Its still the face I owe...
A face for which my soul was sold..
But...now its time to let it go.
Shut my eyes..and kill my scream...
I let it go...I let you go...
The emancipation Of my dream.