Born To Run

I fell down on that lonely road,
scared of the death, of my own love,
with wound by my own God,
and my heart full of smoke.

Dragged my cross on my soul,
whips on my back, trying to hold on,
walking on under their stones,
confused and left alone,
i begged to find my home.

In the night of the shadow,
in the mirror that is cracked,
i feel so... dead, but i...

I was born to run,
and the only thing that matters is what is in your heart,
i was born to run.

Wish i could have been that strong,
to swallow poison from them all,
with vision of heavens to come,
and burden of this diamond crown,
i left the throne.

I closed my eyes in the dark,
i died that moment in my smoke-like heart, ( now its pure )
as a new soul, weapon of art,
knives were edgeless, whips soft,
and the cross turned into hope.

In the night of the shadow,
in the mirror that is cracked,
i feel so... dead, but i...

I was born to run,
and the only thing that matters is what is in your heart,
i was born to run.

Some roads are meant to be rough,
some steps are meant to be tough,
but as long as your heart is pure,
no one can break you down.

I was born to run,
and the only thing that matters is what is in your heart,
i was born to run.
Born To Run