Uma parte minha
Perdida em um oceano de duvidas.
Enquanto cem tormentas chegam
Para aniquilar a mente.
Uma parte que um dia foi eterna se desfez por nada,
Uma parte que um dia foi luz
E agora lembra o brilho fraco do fósforo, mas,
Essa luz serve de guia,
Contudo... É isso muito pouco para curar nossos corpos.
Pensamos ser grandes,
Porem, somos tolos e ignorantes,
Estamos ocupados demais
E do alto de nossa prepotência
Não enxergamos o que vale a pena ser vivido.
Ficou tanto a se dizer,
Não houve tempo para eu fazer diferente
Muito menos você tentar algo também.
Passou rápido ante os olhos,
Tipo tempestade de verão,
Relâmpago dentro da floresta tropical,
Ficamos isolados nas terras altas do coração.
O passado vai sendo deixado
Enquanto as decisões do presente
Constroem o futuro
Em meio a névoa cinza do futuro.
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Forgotten Fragments 2 - A Part of Me
A part of me
Lost in an ocean of doubts.
While a hundred torments arrive
To annihilate the mind.
A part that was once eternal dissolved for nothing,
A part that was once light
And now recalls the weak glow of a match, but,
This light serves as a guide,
Yet... it's too little to heal our bodies.
We think we are great,
But we are foolish and ignorant,
We are too busy
And from the height of our arrogance
We don't see what is worth living.
So much was left unsaid,
There was no time for me to do things differently
Much less for you to try something too.
It passed quickly before our eyes,
Like a summer storm,
A lightning strike in the tropical forest,
We were left isolated in the high lands of the heart.
The past is being left behind
While the decisions of the present
Build the future
Amidst the gray fog of tomorrow.
We think we are great,
But we are foolish and ignorant,
We are too busy
Yet... it's too little to heal our bodies.
We think we are great,
But we are foolish and ignorant,
We are too busy
And from the height of our arrogance
We think we are great,
But we are foolish and ignorant,
But we are foolish and ignorant,
But we are foolish and ignorant,
We don't see what is worth living.
So much was left unsaid,
There was no time for me to do things differently
Much less for you to try something too.
It passed quickly before our eyes,
Like a summer storm,
A lightning strike in the tropical forest,
We were left isolated in the high lands of the heart.
The past is being left behind
While the decisions of the present
Build the future
Amidst the gray fog of tomorrow.
It passed quickly before our eyes,
Like a summer storm,
A lightning strike in the tropical forest,
We were left isolated in the high lands of the heart.
The past is being left behind
While the decisions of the present
Build the future
Amidst the gray fog of tomorrow.
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