Z Prochek

Desperare

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Summer’s dying, see the end
Changing seasons brings the rain
From the skies once again
I want to live
I walk alone fear the end
Fear the answers where’s our God?
We used to pray to…

Chorus:
I have nothing left to say
I have nothing left to feel
The voice inside my heart is gone
I have nothing left to say
Nothing left to feel

Nowhere else to go