Emancipation Of My Dream..

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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.