TELL ME WHY

Tell me why we are born and in the

End we die.

Love, hate, want, hope and everything we have has its

Left and right?

Moan, cry, smile, laugh,

Envy, tell me why ?

Why are we afraid to fall, and want to be so

High. Tell me just the thing you think, and tells

Your heart and mind.

I ask you being the man that is born to live and to

Die.

Oh! You don`t know the answer,

Neither do I.

Tell me, why I ask you this,

Knowing you can not  be right?

Now I go, and leave you there,

On the subject

WHY do we live, and why do we try, to know TELL ME WHY.

Our Graves Cold and Dark

Our graves cold and dark,

I shed tears o`er your grave.

I stand and fall again with a blow from my soul.

But in this night in the gust,

I would never leave you in this dusk.

The night will go, the haze will pass

Then I can leave you till night comes.

What has our love left to us?!

Two graves, just graves,

One on this plain, the second deep in my heart.