May 1998 by Flying Stone
Day goes down, night will soon come up
You sit in Your chair and feel so hungry
angry, doubtful, nothing gained today
All these hours: waisted time
Here and now, what goes on?
Are you sick? Are you blind?
Your heart beats so strong?
Your eyes can see behind
You cry for your friends, love has turned away
Tears flood your eyes, you feel so lonesome
tired, broken, no one can dry Your tears
All they tell you makes no sense
Spring has passed, years of childhood gone
You say good bye and feel so much older
burdened, busy, no more time to relax
All your dreams: frozen leafs
© 1998 Flying Stone