Discolored frames to blankly stare back Open windows to the past Flooding back all the ancient fears return Disrupted time seems to endlessly crawl by The empty canvas accusingly glaring back And the loneliness, internal wound
Distorted sight, he looks at the world Bland and lifeless, colorless As a tear rolls from his eye Discarded brush, the feeling forgotten Living in the attic of his memories And the well of inspiration has run dry
Lost hopes permeate his glory Why should these tragedies remain unknown? Lost hopes, time replays his story (history) Lost souls we should never shun
Discreet deception long ago The colors of life seemed blinding then Through youthful hungry eyes Dissolving passions, tragic losses Locked within his uncertainty Scatter wilted petals to the wind
Olden grace, forgotten glories No one remembers his name We take for granted all life's rewards Maybe time has come to open up our eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
