martes, febrero 14, 2006

Find your way home

And of course we're separate again,
So I miss you, just like he miss his life,
Go, ask everyone in this land,
Try to look at the stars,
To breath another air,
Try to find confort in the night,
Form shapes with the clouds,
To draw a smile in the sun,
You don't have the slightest idea,
Of what it means to miss and walk alone,
Feeling alone and lost,
In another place, far away from here,
Those eyes that watched me for that first time,
Won't watch anyone again,
Because I kept them with me, down in my soul.