From depth
It’s me and my glass again,
It’s me and my dreams again.
I’m walking down the stairs of my life
From conscious to my subconscious.
It’s a long staircase
I’m walking with my glass in my hand.
I walk by all those graves
Graves of the dreams I had that never came true
Grapes of my dream trees that never ripened.
All the loved ones that I never had the chance to say that I love you!
I walk by the graves of people to whom I never declared love,
Never heard from them if they loved me.
It’s a long staircase,
Me with my glass of wine of life,
How many more stairs to go down?
I will never know!
But I know I loved many times
But all were silent loves
The loves that never bore fruits,
The love that never felt the depth,
Like swimming in the oceans that have no bottom,
Or the tree that has no roots.
I’m walking through the depth of my conscious and subconscious
With my glass full of the wine of love,
walking down in the darkness.
It’s a long way
It’s a long walk
I see all the names on the graves of the people that I loved one day,
But they are not here anymore.
I never told him
Never told her
That I love you .
It’s too late
To shake them off
And say It now.
Those graves are so quite
They can’t hear my screams anymore
Still walking
Still talking
To my glass
I Wish I could go back in time
To say the things that I never said,
To do things that I never did.
To make those graves happier
And rest my mind in peace
I’m walking
And talking
To my glass what if
And What if ?
But I know deep down
It’s too late
It’s too late.
I still keep talking
And keep walking
But I know deep down
I can’t turn the clock back
Can’t steer the wheel back
I’m sorry deeply sorry
To burry all those
Dreams
In the graveyard of my mind
Please forgive me...
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