Perpetual Choice

In the moonlight, the shadow marks the night
As real as the pain buried in my veins
Ocean storm, marking a huge change
As real as the summer rain

Thousands of dawn's to see this
Is it another chance to be the same?
A voice is whispering in my head
It seems mine

In your heart
There's gold inside
Cry of freedom
Beneath the light I can
Not be the same, anymore
If I could feel
Would you make it real?

Then I come back, to see how evil I could be
Erasing my own misery
And the ocean storm, again, proved that it is huge
As I want to be, if I do believe!

In your heart
There's gold inside
Cry of freedom
Beneath the light I can
Not be the same, anymore
If I could feel
Would you make it real?