Gone are the days of happienss and sorrow gone are the days of pride and joy.
The rain falls alot in my heart like in the north most regions of the world.
why must I suffer? Why my spirit be broken time and time again?
Will I find who I once who so I can be once and for all the same.
the dissapointments build.
Goodnight to all the starts in the sky
Goodnight to the dreams of weap and sigh
Good to all my dreams come true for tomorrow I dream this reality come true