Congelia کے بول

Let me become the other Who is also myself Behind layers and layers of ice Muted and long forgotten I am leaving this body behind I am leaving this body to die Why is it; we never notice the distance Before it is too late? I am leaving these songs behind I am leaving our songs to die Mistook the voices of others For my inner guide to the stars I am leaving these dreams behind I am leaving my dreams to die I've been the one who listens Now I'll be the father of wars I left my body behind I left myself to die Given and screaming As the times have come When the seed un-plants itself And the trees have no fathers Those few golden, undying Hearts are those of secret sons And the secrets of the Sun Are those of daughters asking to