- cifra
All that you see that is gold is truly gold
I spotted through the vines, a deer in the wild
Signs in the trails
Beyond the reason
Eye-gazing the unknown, defeating the ground
This passage through the flames, leads me where the souls go
Signs in the dreams
Beyond the reason
We're forced into the light
How can we be so blind?
Our light is torn
How can we be so lame?
No truth being told
Signs in the trails
Beyond the reason
All that you see that lives truly is alive
Let us stay awake reminded of the trails that matter
