Many times

There is all...

my old friend

the darkness become,

hunting from the edge.

You know this is the end

when my body gets no time.

Don´t cry my friend

becuse many times I´d die.

It´s not the first time

but... it´s not the way.

Then the lights are far away

And everything tunrs black.

Many times I cross the bridge 

many times I walk away on the adge,

So I need stop these sadness

If the suffering be endless.