In remembrance of me,
I am constantly thinking of you
how happy you made me
I can't tell you because I am afraid that will hurt you.
I have to live in the now,
but the melancholia is hunting me
like an old friend I used to know
who was constantly judging me.
Remembrance can be hunting
like a dream that follows you constantly
a surrounding haze that is invading
every part and vacuum despondently.
It is a peaceful life,
now that the airplane lines are gone
we just need to survive
with what was left and our own.
No more white lines crossing the sky
no more distractions from the real pain
we have to make the blue sky our ally
or everything would be in vain.
How does this make you feel?
Do you want to talk about it?
Is avoiding it turning you into steel?
or is it the only way you know to cope with it?
Help me to understand what happened
and how I can help you
Help me to understand how you finished so saddened
and how I did that to you
They were warm and welcoming
not so long ago
They were an open sky inviting
smiling on the go.
Beautiful eyes spreading happiness
hugging from their high castle,
now, there is only emptiness
and everything is a hassle.
All that wonderful warmness
has gone with the wind,
time brought coldness
and messed up the mind.
The icy eyes were once deep blue
as an ocean inviting swimmers
while hiding the dangerous true
and the shameful sinners.
