i cannot find a way
to places where i were
to tell them that i miss them so
i cannot run away
and i've become aware
that they've become parts of my soul
ecstatic and emotionally drained
i still just cannot find a proper way
i was a kid and so
we've played everytime
and clouds painted pictures on the skies
the time were running slow
like early morning rime
or tears that filling up my eyes
it was a very very long ago
but still i can't forget, i miss them so
i still look forward to
find any hidden road,
that leads to my familiar scene
i wanna show to you
that places that i love
the places i've never really been
there's nothing real and nothing what it seems
'cause that is only places from my dreams...
