When I look in the mirror, I think it talks
An empty room filled with silence and clocks...
Here comes the tears
Here comes the past...
I'm sinking...
deeper than ever before...
I'm lost again in this crowd,
Looking for a way out...
Should I stay, should I go, I don't know anymore...
Finally,
the clouds have begun their retreat...
Is my angel will come back, so many nights passed...
The stars is all i see and wish that they move in...
So tired of being here, sitting and waiting
Pacing, and lying, am i still dreaming...
Lord,
let rain pour over me...
(Stanzas in [] refer to the son and those without...
A noise from downstairs...
They say keep your chin up,
they say hold your head high...
Unorthodox
I live outside the box...