The southbound wind
born from the cold
dried up the rain
from the sky of gold,
deserted tune of silence
brought the distance close.
We built a cell of good intentions
rising from a corner of our soul
and with this key of resignations
we locked a night bird in its home.
Love is a selfless affair
yet the body craves its share.
Even if soul and heart abide
to the voice of reality,
and although love couldn’t hide
from the fabric of mortality
this blood of selfishness
still burns under my flesh.
Out flowing from
the dark side of the heart,
please forgive
the dark side of my heart.
Such an old mistake
it is to believe
that we own
what’s been given,
as if we could extend our hands
and grasp our own fading reflection;
but we gave ourselves just as we were
with our doubts and contradictions,
I won’t fake another smile
to justify our good intentions.
Love is a selfless affair
yet the body craves its share;
this blood of selfishness
still burns under my flesh.
Out flowing from
the dark side of the heart,
please forgive
the dark side of my heart.