Torn

Like the wind in the leaves, Is my voice to myself; Full of whispering weaves, Full of lonesome receives. I have tried in my life, To find a goal and a start; But it seems they don't arrive, I haven't tried my best part. Darkness comes darkness goes, Life is emptiness in here; What in life seems to glow, Shall be rustic through the years. All I need is some peace, Find my road from the darkness; Leave the silences behind, Start again out fresh. But fate turning ways, Is controlling this all; There are beautiful days, Take a stand take a fall. Push your luck through the air, Like wind in the leaves; Make a difference in the world, Break away from your conceives.