sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2018

The sea is agitated,
The waves tackle the rocks.
Roaring has a mighty lion,
I hear it's paws at my door.

I regret nothing
But I miss something.

The curtains close,
The audience applauds,
Although the room is full of energy
I feel nothing at all.

An image of what I was,
A blur of what we were,
A shadow of what we could've been
.
Now tears disguise has blood.
I see red all over my cheeks.
Will the noise ever stop
Or will I be a pawn in their game?

Water turned to sand
Bright turned to dark
A lover who turned back
My soul, it demands

I see two paths,
If I know which one is the hard path
Do I know Which one is the right path
Or are they both right, only written crookedly?

The sky is cloudy
And my clothes are all soaked
A heavy burden on my shoulders
A weight on my legs

I'm sorry father, I see only darkness in front of me



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