When will you learn?There's nothing left to burnWe've been -taken to a point of no returnTell me, -how much did you earn?Don't make a fool out of meNot even God heard my pleaevery little creature must liveFree from harmWinter can never be warmWhen will you realizewhat you've got is not a prize?we've been taken to a place of giving upeverything we've ever learnedWhat does it mean to be real?A moment, a second revealedDo we need something to feelalive and sealthe wounds we have to heal
Written by: Leonardo De Azevedo Prado, Sergio Rangel de Souza Filho
