Away کے بول

The Wings of the times, and remorse of the past is leaving forever my mind The thinks of my world , and my hope on the road Are drooped! ! ! the real of a world Across of the white clouds I go trough the Rainbow of past Out of my body a thousand of things Are black for my soul and my minds running out Fly away.... across the true of times Runaway ....out of the reality Fly away ......across the storm of life And run and go weak reality and the nightmare of end are breaking my steps and my sleeps The could rain in the head, tries sleep me once again Strikes! my future of glory....... yeah