Burns Out Bright Lyrics
Dreams and high hopes
Plague me, held below.
These things are hard to cope
Because here, no light shows.
Chained down, by my leg
The scene never changes.
The darkness diminishes the range;
Blocking that, for which I beg.
Yet, the torture drives me.
So many things I'd much rather be.
To replace the fear that surrounds,
Opening doors that are around.
To only fly so high.
To absorb the deep blue sky.
Only then would they be so serene.
They, my high hopes and dreams
Copyright ©2003 Danny Caballero