If I was committed to my thought last year
I would not be standing I wouldn't be here
Now sitting here with less to loose
A real thought willing to choose
Life or death they both are the same
While one dies, births in rain
If I was committed to my thought last year
I would not be standing I wouldn't be here
Now sitting here with less to loose
A real thought willing to choose
Life or death they both are the same
While one dies, births in rain