Tell me

My intentions are an arrow

And each thought is corn of Sand

Taken high by a sparrow

And like the sea all coming back to the land

I have poured my soul into an hole

I may be late but I was rotting to create

Was the water ever whole?

Was the water ever scared to break?

I impressed the smoke of the ache

By walking by

I impressed the rotten and dry by charming them with no single lie

And I still remember the last day of the Snow

And I remember I was not knowing where to Go

Now the grass is green and everything seems serene.

I'm inbetween

I tried again

And I'm now standing in the rain

And I fight back

Have I ever tried?

I fight and I see within the hole of rain a certain light

Tell me about these things

Making your heart fly on wings

Like tears catching your eye,

And making your faith rolling by

And tell me what you are thinking about when your talking about yourself as shy?

Just words grown out of something else's lie?

As if you were a stranger in the sky

As if you were the drop of rain in someting else's eye?

And you wonder "How did the sparrow dared to fly?"

Where did the arrow land and why?

Its stuck in the old snow

and it is pulling through as a weapon by the new.