Kamra Word of Your Scream

Trust Destination and fate are binded, In Heaven and Dust, Other doorways are hided, Now I m compelled to be prisoner of dream Flying like a wind over indifference And I want to spit upon your common sense We have no right to interfere with our souls to fly Scorching like a sun, where everything is cold And in fine we left the one, we wouldn t hold Now we are free in all wishes and no time to cry I can not break cross this whelming desire Ramping my speed to be higher and higher Shorten my way to hear on