Wednesday, August 20, 2008

A Lost Song

In the winter of my life
The darkness I spread to you
In the dead calm that builds around,
Around me, I hear your whispers

Then time it goes
On it's same ol' course
And i still hold on
To you.

In your words I find
A way to come around
Find me, a lost boy
Holding a broken toy of a world

Then life it goes
On it's blinded course
And I hold on to
The dead you.

We shared we closed
We walked before we froze
In the circle of things
We reached our homes.

5 comments:

Abhu said...

:) hmm... i liked it. loved the line "We shared we closed
We walked before we froze".

another brick in the wall said...

thanks :)

the hoverer said...

ummm... Interesting...deep, like the part and "and i hold on to the dead you" a lot very intense keep it up cheers

muddleheaded said...

"We shared we closed
We walked before we froze"

uf... intense... just chilled me with a pang somewhere inside...
are u affected by all that u write?

http://muddleheaded.wordpress.com

another brick in the wall said...

yeah.. quite :)