My birds don t sing on the branch in the park

My birds don’t  sing on the branch in the park
This world became to me an endless dark.
Everything is grief, everything is mist
I can't measure days by the points of my wrist.

I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I can’t explain to you this crazy love
For a freedom of the eternal flight
That gives me a will and alluring light.

My birds don’t sing on the branch in the park
This world became to me an endless dark
I dream of a town that is frozen up.
I can’t breathe in it. Can you wake me up?

But all of us know: “ Every dog has his day “
I’m stronger now. I will find my way.
Even if the pain will knock on my door
But the bitter tears can’t be anymore.
               
September 24, 2007


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