To whom shall I complain?
Eyes wet and chest full of pain
Memories disappears, as ink under rain
Leaving my soul, leaving my brain
To whom shall I write again?
Friends are gone and words are vain
Prisoner of my past, inside a train
Loosing my faith, no dreams remain
How much can I resist, How long can I sustain?
Which odds are mine, and which shall I restrain?
Lost inside a painting, so pure and ingrain
My life has gone down the drain
Hands blue, decorated by a frozen chain
Increasing what my heart contain
Shadows of loneliness, and waves of pain
When treachery wins and honour get stain
Eyes wet and chest full of pain
Memories disappears, as ink under rain
Leaving my soul, leaving my brain
To whom shall I write again?
Friends are gone and words are vain
Prisoner of my past, inside a train
Loosing my faith, no dreams remain
How much can I resist, How long can I sustain?
Which odds are mine, and which shall I restrain?
Lost inside a painting, so pure and ingrain
My life has gone down the drain
Hands blue, decorated by a frozen chain
Increasing what my heart contain
Shadows of loneliness, and waves of pain
When treachery wins and honour get stain
Stockholm 2007-10-27 © Copyright by Henrik Halmstrand
