Psyke Project In The Mist
A little bit of sadness
Vanishes from his heart
I know your hate.
A father with his face
Buried in his hands
Surrounded by evil thoughts
And tears.
Every teardrop
That falls from his eyes
Makes a sound that only the
Saddest man can hear
I will not turn away
I know where my heart is
I will not turn away
I know where my heart is
Now standing here
Alone surrounded by mist
For every step he takes
Towards a new start
Out of the mist
A little bit of sadness
Vanishes from his heart
I know your hate.