the journey

in the thousand miles

i have seen a million times

that teardrops are

too cheap to sell.

 

In long breaks apart

i have seen a mile afar

those dimond drops

are swept away

 

Some folks on the waaay i see

Then i feeeel in me

How does life tears apart under the sun that cries alike

and at the end it means.....

nothing

 

In the stretch of the desert sky

at the end of a calm night

i have seen the birds cry

fall down from the sky

and then the clouds

comes around

and rain