Fading کے بول

Again, the clock is ticking - counting down my life. I watch my childhood fade into time. All of my convictions are covering my eyes. All that I believed in has now made me blind. Wash my hands of the past, let my soul be free. Wash my hands of the past, what did it all mean? Standing here all alone, drowning in my desires, I have grown to hate the cold - to scared to touch the fire. The close I get to the shore - the tide keeps rising higher. Take my hand, pull me out - my body has grown tired. Looking with crying eyes, wishing for time. Hold my hand, protect my innocent mind. I close my eyes, from my mind….again