I loved my land, I loved this shire,
all the small things, all monsters dire,
my heart's love fueled by inner fire,
you all friends kept burning this pyre.
'Few looked me down with unseeing eyes,
with each of these looks a part of me dies,
can't you, friends, hear my anxious cries,
when I'm shaking your hand, it's cold as ice...
Believe in me, if you will care,
you ever called, I would be there,
you ever needed, I'd always run.
Whatever we made, was sure it gets done.
Out to you my sore soul cries,
seeds sown deep by all odd lies,
will yield saplings of hate and grief,
you rooted in me your disbelief.
The deaf can hear, blind can see
this friendship was a fantasy...
Thick is thin while thin is thick,
can you tell me if I am sick?
It chills me like fire,
its soft as barbed wire,
nothing seems to be allright,
can you tell me what I've tried?
With pain in mind
I write this, blind,
from flowing tears,
my biggest fears
all have come true,
I'm loosing you...
Dátum vloženia 5. 11. 2005 11:06romanko
Losing It
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