I want to fly away.. From this wicked fortune.. Like the birds do... From their hunters... Its becoming hard to smile... Its becoming hard to dream.. Its becoming hard to see... Everything around is deadly and dark... I have no more ways infront. I have no more good days ahead... And am afraid of the coming days.. How hard they will hit me.. Am afraid to face ... I am closing my mouth shut.. I am closing my ears and my eyes for ever... I am flying away ....  |