Not a song to be sung with a tune
nor a tale I can dream about,
not a story to be told in words
not a pain I can easily cry out
Smelling the dust I once played with
walking along the roads I grew up in,
the friendly shadows have lost their way
and abandoned me for an unknown sin
I follow the trails of small feet
maybe of a child returning home,
the twilight kisses the earthly souls
reminding me I am all alone
While I search for a meaning in undying ashes
I feel I have lost my childhood somewhere,
I still hope your hand holds me tight
and relieves me of the pain that I bear
The haunting fragnance of past
takes me to those innocent moments,
when I always wished to grow older
ignorant about the truth, about your absence
I dream of meeting you again
and hugging you with all my heart
I dream of learning those lessons
lessons that soul-less books can't impart
I dip myself into the dreamy past
where every laughter echoed with care,
I swim in the hopeful ocean
just to feel how life is there
I still feel that pain deep within
something I wish I could share
I wonder if I can heal it someday
but it looks like an age-old affair
I stroll ahead with mindless thoughts
and bury the emotions within,
For it's not a song to be sung with a tune
nor a tale I can dream about,
not a story to be told in words
not a pain I can easily cry out...
