Wyrd

Looking into my grief I make up my mind Why are the birdsin cage My soul is blind After so many years I worship nothing Darkness is dead Looking into my grief I worship nothing Darkness is dead I roam inside my thoughts Freedom. I want it so much Never let me see you cry Always and ever I try to get you there I roam inside my thoughts Looking into my grief I make up my mind Why are the birds in cage My soul is blind After so many years I worship nothing Darkness is dead Looking into my grief I worship nothing...