Walk کے بول

Hatred darkens the eyes And it's impossible to see The path to walk In my mind the silent storm Slowly I consume myself like a lit candle And bound in chains, I free myself now I try to walk without looking back But your shadows insist in darkening my day Even in the shadow, I know there is light above it And that I will guide myself Wherever may it be to, now without you A path of torment as sorrowful as your heart The memories grew dusty from years of abandonment All stories turn to ashes and the page will always turn