Alive Beyond the Fade
Aren't you tired of dying?
When we are supposed to be living!
Come on, spread your wings with heart aflame,
Sing the song, and let your heart proclaim.
Let the wind guide your way to the end,
A place where pain can be mended,
And when the sun's warm...
When we are supposed to be living!
Come on, spread your wings with heart aflame,
Sing the song, and let your heart proclaim.
Let the wind guide your way to the end,
A place where pain can be mended,
And when the sun's warm...