The Sea کے بول

Where are the dreams of a promising land, Now that I'm here to survive on my own? The sky has fallen down, There's nothing but gray. I stare at the sea Longing to be free Of this wicked misery That I have to face to live I can barely fight the cold, What is wrong, God save my soul, Nothing's what is used to be, All I've left are memories. Where are the dreams of a promising land, Now that I'm here to survive on my own? The sky has fallen down, There's nothing but gray. I stare at the sea Longing to be free Of this wicked misery That I have to face to live I can barely fight the cold, What is wrong, God save my soul, Nothing's what is used to be, All I've left are memories You said "forgive me son, I can't undo what I have done, Too late to turn away, I'm sorry is all that I can say". I stare at the sea Longing to be free Of this wicked misery That I have to face to live