I stare at the cross hanging on my wall.
It’s just a memory of days which are behind me
The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of my soul
All I ever wanted was to live
with those that touched with burning hands and seared this flesh together
All I ever needed was your love,
the beauty of a moment, why can’t it last forever?
My songs echo with the voices of a thousand
who penetrated past the calloused layers of pride
«Have I lost you, have I missed you?» is my eternal cry
Finding glo-sticks by the road, I wrote my first song with you
We walked where the tea leaves grow, I just want to drink my apple juice