Friday, June 2

I will Make it true

I stop a while to give a glance,
at something i've never lived before,
I took a stroll along the path,
and the wonders snap me off,
lest was it an easy path,

Look upon the sky,
and breath with all the air,
and I hear all the sounds,
but how can this be?

Nobody's listening to me,
but nor will i cry
and I wouldn't stop to speak
and I wouldn't start to sleep,
again...

Look upon the sky,
and breath with all the air,
and I hear all the sounds,
oh friend, where art thou?
are you just a foe?
or are you a woe, here, alive?

Somebody's listening to me,
but nor will I laugh
and I wouldn't stop to speak
and I wouldn't start to sleep,
again...

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