Waves of Griefs, Seas of Regrets

Violent waves crumbling down
Among fingertips made of steel
Perceive the silent cold upon my skin
And tear your heart apart again
A gentle whispering, tears made of salt under your thoughts are soaking
Perceive the silent cold upon my skin
Your thoughts are soaking
Violent waves crumbling down
Among my fingertips made of steel
For where we belong
Has been a lie
And we stand now here
Struggling to get by
For where we belong
No longer exists
We were left out here
By someone else's fault
Nobody has asked to come at life
Nobody taught us about these landscapes
As lonely peaks, proudly we stand
Against waves of griefs, in seas of regrets
May this salty old wind
Throw our thoughts
In deep disarray
May this salty old wind
Throw our thoughts
In deep disarray
As lonely peaks, proudly we stand
Against waves of griefs, in seas of regrets
Sailing without directions in the sea of time
We're haunted by what we could have become
In the shadow of those who came before
Without any mean for us to measure our agony
For where we belong
Has been a lie
And we stand now here
Struggling to get by
As lonely peaks, proudly we stand
Against waves of griefs, in seas of regrets
On these yearning shores
Willing to go
But always part of the same
Neverending nightmare