Don't keep looking back

The night is full of darkness,
all the voices in our brains are mad.
The red roses of life,
are now black instead.
All our dreams,
are crushed by today’s society.
Our faces covered with tears,
which have escaped so silently.
Look at our tortured bodies,
covered with the scars from our past.
Ripped open over and over again,
for a trust given too fast.
Our lives are full of sadness,
we must admit that’s true.
But if we stand still for ever,
this sadness will keep chasing you.
We can make those voices sing,
paint the roses red again.
Make sure we make a dream come true,
every now and then.
We could stay punishing ourselves for what we’ve done,
surprise our bodies with another attack.
But you won’t see what’s in front of us,
if we keep looking back.