by Zsófia Zelei

Far away…
The man begins to choose a day.
Then all the dreams,
and all the fears
will fall in tears.

Closer now...
The man will have to search the crowd.
If she’s not there,
then be aware,
she might not care.

Look around...
The man doesn’t know what he found.
He keeps the love,
and sees above
heavenly path.

Calm yourself...
The man worries of losing health.
And losing hers,
will be the curse
of flaming thirst.

Must go back...
The man will stop, his soul will crack.
He searches her
trough forever,
and ever, and ever, and ever...
He has no choice
and has much fears,
he wants to see
but no one sees,
the truth remains
hidden now well,
and none should face
to see, to tell...

Think your fears, think them well,
For they should lead you to your hell,
Don’t let them blind you, make you fall,
‘cause they will surely make you crawl,
And after falling down to ground,
There’s no more chance of climbing out
Of misery, and sadness, grief,
You have to hope, have belief.