I\'ve been here before as many times as the moon has risen
seeing the blooming of the flowers through the midnight fog, and raindrops soft as snow-flakes glistening in
with my feet full of dead leaves and my mind acting as a prison
Staring at the twilight sky, with a face so thin
As the midnight comes, I know the sun is going to rise for me,
to shed light again, the moon, it will fade away
and break this prison free
so that I can survive another day
to live and to break from the past, kept locked away behind my eyes
the chains that have kept me from life as we know,
The stories told in lies, and lives untold
and now i can finally look upon the mirror and see myself grow
And while its been hard, i will try to move on,
as the dawn mist is falling down, and as i see the sun rise
the chains begin to crumble, that were holding me down
the skies let the light shine, and i can finally break free from his lies