Is it to late to go in peace, i wonder howhow these things did start, anywayMaybe to late to find a way, when thetrail of grief is marked with memoriesNow when you're gone, the warmthof the sun seems so farawayI Believe in everything i see, everysecond is a miracle for meI Believe after sunshine comes therain, and when it's pouring downthe only thing i feel is painI walk alone through shapeless dreamsmy only home is the wasteland that i crossI close the door and turn the keythose days of joy are barely memoriesNow when you're gone, your star willshine on, won't you shine for meI Belive in everything ...