Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Abandoned One , by - Communic. Song from the album Payment Of Existence, in the genre Классика металаRelease date: 29.05.2008
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
The Abandoned One |
| Days are passing, weeks are counted |
| Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone |
| Where am I now, I’m missing home |
| Behind locked doors they await my plea |
| Do they all see through me, do they all know? |
| I’m sending this message to all |
| Hoping sometime it will reach a shore |
| Someone to find, bring back hope |
| I will wait — cold and forlorn |
| Does it matter where we are |
| In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold |
| All these people with no place to call home |
| Too bad no one cares |
| Who decides where the journey starts |
| A tidal wave will bring me safe away |
| Until I reach a distant shore |
| I’ve been away for a long time now |
| No one is waiting for me I know |
| Time will erase all my darkest dreams |
| I’m still counting days |
| I’m sending this message to all |
| Hoping sometime it will reach a shore |
| Someone to find, bring back hope |
| I will wait — cold and forlorn |
| Does it matter where we are |
| In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold |
| All these people with no place to call home |
| Too bad no one cares |
| Who decides where the journey starts |
| Days are passing, weeks are counted |
| Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone |
| Where am I now, I’m missing home |
| Behind locked doors they await my plea |
| Do they all see through me, do they all know? |
| No one is waiting for me, I know… |
| It’s all going to get better now |
| Fool’s paradise — the promised fields |
| Thinking positive, not the opposite |
| After the tide, a new dawn will rise |
| It’s all going to get better now |
| The beholder comes, to clear my head |
| Thinking positive, not the opposite |
| Six feet under, the end to it all will come |
| I’m sending this message to all |
| Hoping sometime it will reach a shore |
| Someone to find, bring back hope |
| I will wait — cold and forlorn |
| Does it matter where we are |
| In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold |
| All these people with no place to call home |
| Too bad no one cares |
| Who decides where the journey starts |