Seven years in tatters I have found like a well worn cloak that's come unbound. There's no use denying lost dreams and pride darken your sky.
Love is blind if vision is profound Watch your breath; keep feet upon the ground, and after the grieving there will be release. Let go; seek peace.
Youâll feel a healing in your heart, torn apart, bittersweet. And grace will shape your face, not a trace of defeat.
Broken mirror scattered on the ground... Seven years of luck; the world goes round, and each of the pieces still reflects the light. Keep on; shine bright.
Youâll feel a healing to your heart, torn apart, bittersweet. And grace will shape your face, not a trace of defeat.
Broken mirror scattered on the ground... Seven years of luck; the world goes round, and each of the pieces still reflects the light. Keep on; shine bright.