Take God, that I am dumb,
I have been turned down, the soul through the door.
I could see again,
was perhaps unintentionally, those old cards.
Take God, that I am dumb,
I have been back filled, the heart of rain.
I could see again,
was perhaps unintentionally, those photos of yourself.
And late in the afternoon, and wanted to come calling.
Solitude is a station at dawn;
a kiss to the wind, a Song of Despair.
I do not know if it was a good idea to say goodbye;
is that one is not enough.
I will be watching from the balcony as the sun is hidden;
is no longer the same as before.
However much I try, I do not remember your faults
Solitude is a station at dawn;
a kiss to the wind, a song setback.
And today we are at ten,
my heart beat again;
the first time.
And I give up against the shaking of your desires;
and moisture to impose its law setback.
A setback
a setback
a setback