I was but a word left sighing-and I was but a lie-
and I was but a curse, defying all the breath that held my life
I was like a lie so transparent, seeing no grace in me-
I saw myself in flames so barren, yet diminishing still,
guttering in disbelief;
Just a cracked and a fading singing-a music of something
that should have been,
Caught up in dying echoings; the song of a sigh that is vanishing
As, all the restless feeling -all the cry -all that I'd deny-
I was left to savour, ah to thrive upon all the days
that I'd decry
and ah, all the days that I believed can't be just as a dream,
a lie I bought and held fast to me?
ah not all those days that I believed?
-and yet they sound; forlorn in anger, at a dawn that
dares to be born in light
Piercing, and sure
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