Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Abandoned One, artist - Communic. Album song Payment Of Existence, in the genre Классика метала
Date of issue: 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 |