Chateu D'IF
After the Tragedy
She freezes me with her saphire eyes that sould rarely contain fire
What will you do with your life now?
Turn to my shoes and you ask how far-fetched a dream forms a fantasy
Slipping away like the life in me
This town is building a dungeon that I could never escape
With failure making the mortar these circumstances are chains
Relight the candle: My outlook changes are made deep in my book
What will you do at the cross roads
Take every road but hte way home
Consequently I can't go back now
Everything I own is in my hands now
This town is building a dungeon
But I have planned an escape
Success is breaking the mortar
These circumstances can wait