IRC-Galleria

The morning was beautiful, day full of light
the sun rose and replaced the ever-lasting night.
A hightide brought a sea star, flouted it into my feet
the wind welcomed an albatross, she shouted her greet.

I remember the little girl, she waved for me on the shore
she was the sweet beaten child, the girl next door.
She vanished to the horizon, now i'm all alone
I'm escaping the world and far away from home.

I feel the wind on my skin, rain drumming my face
I close my eyes and see a girl for my own amaze.
She is beautiful she's, sheÂ’s tender, I left her behind
agony, despair, I'm not the prince for her to find.


In fear of hurting I'm afraid to care, afraid to love
I knee and make a promise, withnessed only by the sky above.
No more needless tears, no blue eyes to wet
illusion never changed into something real for me to get.

Life is a vain, it circles around
I was the wanderer, living my hands bound.
Leaving cleared my mind, faded the burn
it took a lifetime to see, years to learn.

Alone can not hurt, alone don't have to suffer
alone chaos can be controlled, conflict in order.
But memories last, in time they'll transform
they create a vacuum, space for new ones to born.

So I'll sale away, I'll break the chain
life is in the past, there's nothing more to gain.
My path leads into the horizon, I'm reaching the moon
life will be over before the sun celebrates the noon.

*Joskus tekee mieli paeta asioita. nyt pakenen raumalle etsimään uutta elämää joten tuli taas tämä ajankohtaiseksi. kuka sanoi että pakeneminen on väärin?