Sadness in the Sky

Sometimes people pass by,
and see me looking at the sky
The clouds seems to be my icon,
and my soul is the main beacon

In each day I breath and speak,
my heart goes crazy and weak
The salvation for its madness,
is her hands touch and caress

Every time I look at the sky,
it's like another reason to die
The stars shimmers and glow,
yet not one of it is willing to fall

She's moving on and smiling,
I'm standing in the corner crying
Your hands belongs to someone,
and i'm praying i'll be that one

Sometime people pass by,
they would tell me to never cry
The hope they give to me,
is a relief from my agony

So as I look at the sky,
my tears went dry
It gave me a new hope,
and it lessens my load 

During Midnights

I'ts already midnight and still she's awake,
chocolates kept her eyes open very late

She nailed her fingers to the keyboard,
and her eyes are lit like light bulbs

"What could she be doing?" I wonder,
for I'm also doing the latter

It seems that my conscience tells me about her,
and instructs me to go after

The Maiden

A Sunday makes no difference,

there is no special experience

Every gift and every laugh,

turns her face very sad

As she walks on pathways,

the colorful world turns to grey

Her tears runs like the falls,

no one hears her yearning and calls

Like a mirror she was shattered,

and her soul quickly uttered:

"Save me from despair,

bring my heart a pair"

The poor maiden wanders,

and prayed while she ponders

When shall her heart feels,

the happiness and the thrills

This unhappy maiden waits.

For a man she really waits

The day will come to rest,

and her heart will past the test 

 

Where Shall I Find the Light?

Where shall I find the light?
Shall it pass my blurring sight?

All this time I walked up blind,
and then came the chill of the night

Where shall I find the light?
Shall it be so very bright?

I waved my cane from left to right,
feeling the world without a fight

Where shall I find the light?
Shall it guide me into the night?

The bliss of the emptiness inside,
makes the person outside to hide

Where shall I find the light?
shall it embrace me tight?

When the darkness came to die,
will the light give me my sight?