Tortharry

Just a Feeling

Tortharry


Broken pieces of candel
Lying on my soul
Time is too soft to handle
And the mirror is so cold

I have pictured myself
On the streets of the universe
Red rain is falling into my head
And all colours seem to be mad

I´ll hold the fire
Until it burns my face
A slave of desire
On his endless race

I have put my thoughts
On the altar of hope
And the battle I have fought
Is lost no time for god

Broken pieces of candel
Lying on my soul
And no man is here to handle
My life as I´m growing old