Storm

STORM

maybe wings too heavy to take the flight
maybe too time are stayed closed
maybe they didn't teach to open
maybe we've learned swim
but the storm too strong
and despair hooks you
and the stars move away
too much…

Lighthouse search trough the wrecks of my heart,
Broken by a love storm again,
The only survivor doesn't want a new star,
He's my foolish brain…
He prefers to drow with my body,
That doesn't bore the pain,
And with him now you're ready to die
Oh my desperate brain..

Too tired for the long race
too weak for the tears poured
Too much my mind talked
And put the heart in a cage
one of the few
in this cold world I feel alone
the weight of the stone
which was given to you
is dragging you down
the sun go awey from the dawn

Leaves fall
But somewhere they reboooooooorn