I can’t find my way home.
It is the silence of the stone.
And I am here all alone.
See the leaves they are falling.
See the birds they are flying.
I can’t find my way home.
Is it here I am living?
Life is dead but moving
You are still down in my heart.
Sucking life in each grasp.
I can’t find my way home.
Will I die all alone?
Can’t u find my way home?
Then I can reach my way home.
Sleep in the earth.
Live down my path.
Feel the love.
Kiss the love.
Live the love.
I can’t find my way home.
It is the silence of the stones.
And I am here all alone.
I can’t find my way home.
Will I die all alone?
What’s the use of calling you?
You are not there, maybe me too.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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