Leven / Toekomst / Geen Thema
The thoughts keep on spinning, the night is very long.
Hours have passed, though hours to come.
Thoughts are conquered yet new ones arise.
Will this be the same when I’m old and wise?
Love shouldn’t be the case of terror and tears.
It shouldn’t come with sweaty nightmares and frightful fears.
Am I mistaken, do I see love through a stranger’s eyes?
Will this be a case of growing old and becoming wise?
Dear friend, can you tell me when this pain stops beating inside?
When can I expect to flow out of this dreadful tide?
Dear friend, how can I survive this battle within?
How can I find brightness while there’s no room for a new begin?
Tomorrow feels like yesterday, and the future is still the past.
Please tell me how I can live with a pain that will stick and last.
You remain silent, so I have to live with living in lies?
I guess I can tell when I’ve grown old and became wise.
- Escapulades -
Gecontroleerd door: christina