Deepest

“The devils are mad choking me with the confederate feeling
That comes from the separation of love and hate and angels, they consume inner healing
From the first breath out from the mother's womb
To the last air to the grave, besides another woman soon
Carrying hope and nothing to take but only the precedent,
A longing for another life with the curious wisdom of past, present to an end.
From right to wrong, truth to a lie, love and deceit to a smile and a cry
A man was made thru the echoes of some souls that’ll always fly
Though his heart still dark and hard like the stone not ready to melt
Their every tear for my drop of blood and the wounds that have dwelt
From the eyes of a newborn and his little happy sonnets
To the tunes of a man and his painful moments
From the eyes of angel guided by god to my eyes deflected by the devil
From an age without worries to a world in another level
From good times and togetherness to this hour and endless loneliness
Memories and shadows of all that remains that pains in the chest
To the end of our days and to another beginning with nothing to moan
When the thrill is gone, nothing will be forgotten and no one will be alone
But if only a dream and only a prayer could change the hurt
‘If’ is a part of life but a door will open if another will shut
But those were the days and these are the times
And this is the world hidden in these lines
From stories of love, pain, guilt, hate, forgiveness and lies
To what was once burned and turned into ashes and fireflies”

-Reen