Take me away, Sir, from the mirror of the past<br />
The tears are dripping in the eternal well<br />
And ripples on the surface create<br />
Impenetrable cells surround the seconds of our lives.<br />
<br />
All unspoken, <br />
There is no one left I can confess to.<br />
All unspoken<br />
I can swallow up the letters of those sentences.<br />
All unspoken, <br />
A tongue, as carved from a throat.<br />
All unspoken, <br />
Writing alone on the wall of tears.<br />
<br />
The presents has been scattered into the dust<br />
Why do I wake up in the past? <br />
I can see through blind eyes<br />
Into the kingdom of the fallen.<br />
<br />
The words I haven't spoken<br />
Are disappearing in the depths of buried hopes.<br />
In the echoes of unlived tomorrows<br />
I learn to listen to the steps of solitude.<br />
<br />
Dancing shadows create a silhouette<br />
Of celestial freedom and connection.<br />
I'm waiting by the wall of tears.<br />
Outsider the borders of time, inside the temple of light.<br />
<br />
The unspoken desires<br />
When you couldn't peer into my soul.<br />
Unspoken admissions follow you<br />
You drift through my world toward my arms<br />
Without prejudice and monotony.