Brief Candle کے بول

Sleeping beauty Thing of the past Dreams like this weren't made to last Open my eyes to find a hand is shaking me Horror story Thing of the past Nightmares were not made to last Closing my eyes to find a true awakening Brief candle; burn away I will die another day Goblins in my passageway Cannot keep this life at bay War story Thing of the past Soldiers were not made to last Ears full of gunfire and eyes full of blood A casualty Love story Thing of the past Innocence was not made to last All that remains of him is a child inside of me Brief candle; burn away I will die another day Goblins in my passageway Cannot keep this life at bay