BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE

A moth into a butterfly
and a lie into the sweetest true
I'm so afraid of life
I try to call your name
but I'm silenced
by the fear of drying in your heart
once again I see the seasons changing
and the heart of this autum
I fall with the leaves from trees
I play dead to hide my heart
until the world gone dark fades away
I cry like god cries the rains
and i'm just a step away from the end of today
I see the reasons changing
and in the warmth of the past
I crawl scorched by the shame
I stay dead until you veil my scars
and say good-buy to fate
before it's too late

Your wrinkles

Your wrinkles
paint your face
describe your thoughts
shisel your eyes
your wrinkles
cross my emotions
hurt my heart
your wrinkles
so many days of adventure
so many nights of consideration
so many years of knowledge
your wrinkles
who does touch them my love?
who does feel their pain?
who does care the ones every day?