THE WRITERS

It’s like a hurricane I feel inside

And all this story is going to make me crazy on the other side

Of my life… My dark inside, so suicide…

I just want to know how to live without pain and regrets

No tears to share !

And I don’t have time to speak on this offshore

Because I’m really sure

That life is just a dream…

I spent hours crying outside under the cold rain

Sitting near a tree I was singing with my pain

Close your eyes like a little child

Close your mind not to see this nasty world in which you’re living in…

I fall, I fall, I run, I run…

But there is no end, no beginning

And I don’t know what to do : Crying ?

I smile with my soul inside

And finally, to go on is the right thing !

But where is my dream ?
I’ve lost it near the tree of Never Dream…

- Poème protégé par Copyright Nathalie.N -