And miles to go before I sleep
Life becomes winter, Which seems like Crusoe's wrecked ship. Life becomes winter, Which seems like Crusoe's wrecked ship.
He gave me shape and put into a cage. Then she brought me here for race. He gave me shape and put into a cage. Then she brought me here for race.
One day I will die everyone will see and cry. One day I will die everyone will see and cry.