Goodbye
This is the welcome of who we are…
…The variations of longer and deeper times…
The vibrations in dimension of true fragile…
…At least the home of a posibble in love…
…At least the solitude of goodbye…
My path without you is…
…the destenation without way…
…This pulse is the rain…
…The sign is weak…
…Goodbye…
My love
My body let me show her inside…
…didn’t leave myself, just…
changed with tears.
My last hopes make my face…
…My love is not angry, but my angry isn’t empty…
Sacred place
Behind the Christ of Love,
and the flames of heart,
and the blames of souls,
and what the Reaper wants…
We follow a fought place,
a sacred place.
We live with an other wish,
…see trought an other face.
What kind of reality we longing for?
Wich laughting won’t be the same?
How many smile will cost the change?
Why just the sun can erease the rain?
Without useful prayer
We’re the sacrefices of this world…
…like a blind child, who feels love everywhere…
like a wild child, who needs violence…
…with the sign on his back…
…With the sign of loneliness…
the full circle of emptyness…
with lost emotion, without useful prayers…
feel the final end, the on last end. |
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT