It's all about the side of what you fake
When simple hands can't make the spirits grow,
And tell me, dear friend, why did they take
A glance to put it where is hard and slow
To sharp my fading wings with stainless steel?
I guess it's just the time to weep and merge
With one i love... Like Romeo I feel
Beside a storm of clearance; human purge
The grass in ash to all that shall not be...
Increasing shadows from our piece of land
Sunset in bloom or blaze is what they see,
Because no man will try to understand
That only truth beholds a filthy lie,
And eyes are stars that weren't meant to fly.




04.06.2008