A morning epilogue with all colors grey

Lapses on the street with discouraged pray

A never ending grief ever dishazed

Laughters forgotten inside the past

How fast they have drowned

Years from this empty way

That when the wind blows

Whispers your name

The autumn prologue

With all it's grievance

Dishaze the memories of crestfallens

Every day, every second

Behind other's way of lives

Bleach the hopes, wash them from greed

Take time to clear your mind

Figure your thoughts under the sun

Concealed in black and white

Never get old

Never get young

Lives are kept in the street behind the time

There are times emotions are spilled

From bottles of defeat

To the scars of past

There are times that I walk alone

After traces I will never find...