A Song…
I can feel the night behind me, The fading light sucks the old tree; Feel the rain in your face and feet, No one can feel that for you. I am in love, The world is ignorant about this life; You mockery adds to this tide, The tornado changes its course; Leaving trace of undying remorse!
Today, I saw the children grow, It redefines my time and age; The mountains ages with grace, Signs of fragile human race, We can be early or late, Life in the edge of a razor blade; How many died and very few we trace! The grownups are still growing, Needy still borrowing!
I wonder what you think; How you think? About life going down the sink, What you feel? What you feel? When you steal!? Happiness from the heart; How you feel? Happiness- from the very start? Where do you go? When you are low?
