Day after day
and night after night
I wander why
the saddest parts of me have stayed
while all the joy
and all the hope
come in like a breeze
as brisk as it can be
through the curtains
I hide behind.
A waking dream
Coming back from a coma
Same old story on new soil.
Same old pain on new skin.
I”m still not happy
without my sorrow.
never to be content
without the haunts of yesterday
the present disillusion
and the prospects of tomorrow.
How the changing of the tide
has sprang a leak inside
my soul.
A body crying
for both
the young and the old.
I wish I had what once was sold.
youth was wasted
loving our wine.
We did some crying,
we did some time.
ease our minds
but nothing changed
Inside outside reflecting still
the inner desires, the outer will.
My power, what power? Do I have?
Am I all good or am I all bad?
This is a hushed almost vaporous sigh.
and night after night
I wander why
the saddest parts of me have stayed
while all the joy
and all the hope
come in like a breeze
as brisk as it can be
through the curtains
I hide behind.
A waking dream
Coming back from a coma
Same old story on new soil.
Same old pain on new skin.
I”m still not happy
without my sorrow.
never to be content
without the haunts of yesterday
the present disillusion
and the prospects of tomorrow.
How the changing of the tide
has sprang a leak inside
my soul.
A body crying
for both
the young and the old.
I wish I had what once was sold.
youth was wasted
loving our wine.
We did some crying,
we did some time.
ease our minds
but nothing changed
Inside outside reflecting still
the inner desires, the outer will.
My power, what power? Do I have?
Am I all good or am I all bad?
This is a hushed almost vaporous sigh.