As I’m listening to your tape The images pass before my eyes: The words were learned yet not explained And trust thrice has been betrayed. You have created a place Where thoughts and doings got entwined…
And that December I was Half out of my mind.
It comes again now, Awaken with your notes, The same feelings, Gloomy, dark and old. A little child was Loved but heartily sole, By years it's clear Life was a stroll
Heart had a chasm, heart had a bridge, Heart held forgiveness and I’ve lost the last grain of it.
It seems that lights shine dimer, Get bleak and wince. And here is what my life is: A bird shot on the wing. In the visions of a dark night, At dawn of youth the sorrow lies.
And this December I prayed To remain insane.
I know here is a blessed place Where I could cry and pray! As it goes from faraway, Let it always rain…