By the time that I find what my eyes are looking for
I’ll go mute, as a whisper
For truth, at its best is just a side of the story
The secret side
The dark days are upon us
The dark days are upon us
And we smile foolishly as the light flees
This is not a leap of faith my friend
It’s a leap of ignorance
But still I push forward against, against the walls and the tide
Herds of people gathered around, to dance at my will,
But silence took the ground
And cruel words they did pour into my broken heart
They broke my little black heart
Death speaks closer and closer
This is not a leap of faith my friend
It’s a leap of ignorance
But still I push forward against, against the walls and the tide
Back when everything was a promise
long before they stole the light I wore my heart proud
But If I stay too long I may forget what lead me here
So I’m always on the run
The dark days are upon us
The dark days are upon us
And we smile foolishly as the light flees
I’m always leaving or on the run
Until I break this curse
And it won’t be long
1 comentário:
" Pobres das flores nos canteiros dos jardins regulares. Parecem ter medo da polícia... Mas tão boas que florescem do mesmo modo E têm o mesmo sorriso antigo que tiveram à solta para o primeiro olhar (...) que as viu aparecidas e lhes tocou levemente para ver se elas falavam..." Alberto Caeiro. O original, pela estrutura em verso, vale a pena ler. Cada vez melhores, como de prever por aquela madrugada.
Já desapareço, como o lobo. 8 de Dezembro, 2008.
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