09 DEAD SEEDS AND DUST

 

Working on a sandy road from down to dusk,

far from any well known place.

God has long forgotten the echoes of my prayer,

so I’ve got nothing more to say.

 

Every living creature fights against the sun.

May I send a distress call?

Once there was a dock where my heart was berthed,

now I’m looting like a crow.

 

I wish no one inherited my mistakes.

 

Light is sad.

Light is weak.

There’s no sky

You know what I mean.

 

Promises weigh like the dark side of a stone.

Many times I find no way

to explain my thoughts and ask the right questions.

I’ve got no other role to play.

 

I wish no one replaced me on this ground.

 

Light is sad.

Light is weak.

There’s no sky 

You know what I mean.

 

TERRA CRISIUM · 09 Dead Seeds And Dust