Illusions

Seasons and struggle had me shown Living free is often living alone Love, I had to pay the price, And my grief just shattered my life There’s so much love and hate that we cannot Discern our fate Hell is not much Next to being alone on earth What is the use of the love inside of us? If there’s nobody we can trust To write our tale We need to turn the page I use to think, sadly That I can save everybody But life has decided otherwise Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives There’s so much love and hate that we cannot Discern our fate Hell is not much Next to being alone on earth What is the use of the love inside of us? If there’s nobody we can trust To write our tale We need to turn the page