martes, 27 de mayo de 2014

The Lost Father



Now, come here my child
Listen to what I say
Don't give yourself away
Don't let this drag you to the depths
You've got to feel every inch of pain
Running through your nerves
Under your skin
Burn

All alone among the crowd
Blank faces barely speaking
Empty words of comfort filling the air
The neverending paradox of love
Impossible to separate the mind from the soul
It feels so cold out there
So cold

Scream, just try to scream
For all the light of hope
That have vanished from the skies
It is time to break the shattered mold
Stop feeding the endless void
Let it explode
Destroy

Burning inside, consumed by dessperation 
Not fullfiling anything you've wished for
Just sitting in front of a screen
Begging and waiting for a broken dream
Let it go away until it reachs the ocean
Far from your sight
Into the horizon

Hold on, just hold on my child
The clocks are already in motion
So there's no need for anguish or dessperation
For there are no saints, nor perfect souls
Keep drawing the trial to the mountains
And elevate above
Make me proud

Take the time
There's no need to cry
Just take the time
Free yourself
And reach the skies
Take the time