Waiting

Walking on the road to error
Paperbags of dreams in my hands
Flowers speaking from the past
Well sleeping in powerless bodies
Just to forget and pay for desire
Slowly and carressing like a snail
Looking back walls up my feelings
Slowly like a snail
Just to forget and cool down my fire
Coldness creeping up my legs
Sitting and become astone
Coldness in my legs
Avoids to forget that faint of sorrow
Waiting for the children’s song
Convulsion lays on my brain
Cry of anguish to the devil
Than I think, I can’t change
Or recover the energy of myself
Convulsion
Avoids to forget my fears
Of tomorrow
Dead fishes lying on the beach
In the eyes waves a lonely soul
Dead fish lying
Just to forget the way of swimming
Fly into passion
Moving through the wall
From anxiety of selfish dreamings
Moving through the wall
Just to forget
The compliance of springing
Waiting for the childrens song