A morning epilogue with all colors grey Lapses on the street with discouraged pray A never ending grief ever dishazed Laughters forgotten inside the past How fast they have drowned Years from this empty way That when the wind blows Whispers your name The autumn prologue With all its grievance Dishaze the memories of crestfallens Every day, every second Behind others way of lives Bleach the hopes, wash them from greed Take time to clear your mind Figure your thoughts under the sun Concealed in black and white Never get old Never get young Lives are kept in the street behind the time There are times emotions are spilled From bottles of defeat To the scars of past There are times that I walk alone After traces I will never find...
dishazed, dishaze, crestfallens, prologue, never