Our passing days like leaves are falling,
We're blind like flowers under light.
I've tried to move your heart was calling,
But nothing moved. And nothing might.
We dreamed of castle, had a small place,
We'd lost behind the wall of rain.
I've tried to hold, you've tried to warm me.
But nothing moved. Beside the pain.
I gave it up, I'm lost and down.
You're sick of waiting for the snow.
We are so usual. Did you know that?
And nothing moved. And won't more.
Just lines inside the lines
© Copyright: Torres, 2003
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