A Confession
A Woman Surrenders
Under The Beloved Sound And
Looks Of The Rain.
She Sits On a Corner Speakin',
Nobody Cares,
But She Is Speakin' To Him,
A Gone Lover,
An Unforgotten Memory Of Love.
He's Not There, But He Listen
Her Confession Of Love.
Sad, Dark And A Smile.
Cryin' In That Lonely Room,
In That Lonely City,
In That Lonely Country,
In That Lonely World,
Is Whera That Man is.
The Screams Of Madness And Sadness
Are Not Compare In
Any Way.
There Is No Light Near That Bright Man.
He is So Terribly Alone
Like A Very Far Away Balloon.
He Doesn't Talk,
His Throat Is Terribly Destroyed,
By His Sad Roar.
I Need To Put
A Smile On His Lips,
That's It.
Free, But In A Dream
(The Name Of The Blog)
I Can See A Crazy Mad Man,
With Bright Words Full Of Light
Comin' Out Of His Mouth, Honest Ones.
He Doesn't Know If He Is Right,
But He Doesnt Care About That,
He's Happy With What he Shouts.
He Is Free Like A Bird,
But Remember,
A Man it's Only Free In His Dreams,
It Is Like This And It Will Always Be.
A Lonely Man, In A Lonely Road.
Lonely, Old, Long-Beared,Wise,
And With Few Words.
That Was The Looks
Of The Man On The Road.
He Stoped Me And Taught Me
Everythin' I Know.
But His Sudden Dissapearin'
Let Me In Wonder And Dispair.
But Now I Know Everythin' He Taught Me
Was Useful For This Occation.
He Taught Me How To
Live, How To Love,
How To Enjoy,
How To Overcome Looses
And Hard Times.
It Was Him,
My Teacher, My Mentor
My Father.
Nothin' But A Regular Kid.
That's Me.
