sexta-feira, 5 de setembro de 2008

Imprison

Imprison in my (own) prison
I look at the sky
And all I can see
Is the clouded eyes

The stars are no more
The light of time
Things were lost
Never get behind

Even if you turn
Back to the place
Nothing is the same
You left once in time

Imprison in my (own) prison
I look at the sky
And all I can see
Is the clouded eyes

Friends are forever
Stories lived not to be told
Secrets of the gathering
Is not to be unfold

Now everything is lost
Even if we can find
The gates to the track
Trails of the mind

Imprison in my (own) prison
I look at the sky
And all I can see
Is the clouded eyes

1 comentário:

elisasilrib disse...

We and all we saw is not always the same beauty or the same magic. The eyes are a reflection of the heart, the soul of ourselves.
If we are happy what we have seen is beautiful, if we are rough, sad or distressed beauty is difficult to find anywhere else.