Hand that ones held Is now crumpled and sick Shoulders that felt made of brick Are now weak Calf beliefs mature griefs safety off All alone certitudes that protected from anguish Mother of melancholia on knees you sat Later became feverish The net is gone on the neck You may fall broken bone Secure womb place you called home Is deserted and dull sobs Go unheard Nobody knows you’re hurt You can’t crawl Back shelter dusts the hut has fell Trees that you hid in are now dead Security lack slaves of trite acting As masters remove this blinders To gaze at the dusk and Catch a olimpse of the dawn Beliefs or convinctions Clear evidence We are all aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
