My poems fade as flows of time Tear apart my withered state The written words no longer rhyme A broken soul, the paper torn
Letters that once made up words Don`t have a meaning anymore Carried away by nighttime birds A blank page left to die
The songs I wrote fade with the wind As the wheel of ages turns The muses once upon me grinned But now they speak no more
Notes that made up melodies Distort into disharmony Like a ghost that swiftly flees And vanishes as daybreak comesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
