A wisper of life, a long time
lost in this theatre, showing my life.
Like leaves in the wind... Are this pieces
of a defaced mind.
Searching a thought on those darkest clouds.
Wich one will believe...
Is it just a dream...
This actor's never free...
In solitude he'll live...
Your hand is always cold
searching for fire, thru said eyes I see
Crying in silence, no one will hear.
Face your thoughts, they are only
memories
On stages they'll see me...
Those leaves will fly away...
Human memory...
In this Winter's Theatre.