Thursday, March 01, 2007

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

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