vendredi, janvier 29, 2010


The sun fall in a lake of sorrow
Where is it that I found light again?
I can't remember where or when
Where is all the warmth been

Like a handfull of snow
In your barehand will melt
liquify in water
And what you were holding gone.

Time like a nemesis
Present like a unexsitant time
Always too late
Always too fast

Is there anything i can do
That will make it stop
That change that always happen
Where you stop being carefull.