كلمات 5 And 3

Weeping my mess, reaping duress I see light at the end through the glass Woe my destiny has passed Aint the worse prepared for me passed? At last I'm not scared to be lost I accept the me cost Weeping my mess, reaping duress I see light at the end through the glass Eagles fly with my spirit take me So high I can feel it make me change Although I'm limited I can fly with the birds at night Migrate to the turn of the tides Burn in the pyre bright All that running, all that running, all that running helps no one win I am burnt by the sun and my back is oh helps me run away Through the cities of darkness I've been running Tossing and turning cursing my turn I am shook by the bumpy road Only don't know should I get up and go Slowly I stand up Lonely Looking for you who owns me Although I'm Limited Eagles fly with my spirit take me So high I can feel it make me change I can fly with the birds at night Migrate to the turn of the tides Burn in the pyre bright all night All that money, all that money, all that money helps one need I am burnt by the greed, my mind is oh helps me run away In the cities of darkness I am running Tossing and turning cursing my turn Now what I need is to find why I bleed Now what I need is to find why I bleed All that running, All that running, all that running helps no one win I am burnt by the sun and my back is oh helps me run away Through the cities of darkness I've been running Tossing and turning cursing my turn