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.