kurono
Member
The emptyness which is me,
The child withen which no one can see,
He laughs by day and dreams by night,
He dances around the fire in heavenly delight.
The taste of her lips on that hot summer day,
The sunshine through her hair as the wind sway,
The wormth of her body the smoothness of her skin,
these things i have lost and will never feel again.
Fear in which no man can hide,
bruses and scars that rest on my mind,
darkness i lived which there was no light,
the releaf i felt at the end of the night.
These thoughts they come these thoughts they pass,
In memory I see nothing shall last,
The end draw near my mind so fast,
the road so long the lights so near,
to take away all my fear.
The child withen which no one can see,
He laughs by day and dreams by night,
He dances around the fire in heavenly delight.
The taste of her lips on that hot summer day,
The sunshine through her hair as the wind sway,
The wormth of her body the smoothness of her skin,
these things i have lost and will never feel again.
Fear in which no man can hide,
bruses and scars that rest on my mind,
darkness i lived which there was no light,
the releaf i felt at the end of the night.
These thoughts they come these thoughts they pass,
In memory I see nothing shall last,
The end draw near my mind so fast,
the road so long the lights so near,
to take away all my fear.
