Saturday, November 27, 2010

7. Everybody is blind

When it all began I felt so warm
so quiet in here, no thoughts in my head

When it all began there was no end
So silent in here, no word could be heard

No strenght no resolution
no weakness or evolution

But, ah! then the morning comes!
ah! everybody grows!
ah! when the morning comes!
ah!...

I am the sun of the sun
I burn my feelings down and across
I am the pale of the moon
I'm all the colors
I'm all the things I've had and then lost

We grew up to look down
We grew old to look back

Ah! when the morning comes!
ah! everybody is old!
ah! when the morning comes!
ah!...

When it all began no one was blind
but me

But me...

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