Singing in the silence of thoughts
Held by the breath and held by the flesh
Deep down a soul cried with fear
The greed for Love sold me to him
As he was a Hym to me
Rains washed my eyes and the sky so clear
Ahead for me a pain to bear
The cycle of agony and the Ecstasy never ends
Making me a meaning or an incomplete poem
Here comes the dusk with its mask of light hiding the dark which lies behind
Songs will be sung and it will be a beautiful night tonight
But I have promises to keep who bears me night after night
Making me a fuller dream
PS:Friday nights are fun to be but waking up with your Sunday morning is the sweetest :)
