A month is passed by, wondering through new scales and chords... Thou saw me in despair, longing for freedom wearing the only rags the faith left me. "When the journey will be over i will be a better man" i repeated to myself step by step. Now the journey is over, and I'm not still the same man, i'm older now: i feel tired. It was a dark raining night, and with an overwhelming fear of the whole world I walked behind the corner of the blind alley i've been strolling in, where a harsh voice beckoned me from. Frightened, I led my steps toward that old man, feeling life farther as i got closer to him. Colors have been running away.Colors will be always running away...
Back Again
A month is passed by, wondering through new scales and chords... Thou saw me in despair, longing for freedom wearing the only rags the faith left me. "When the journey will be over i will be a better man" i repeated to myself step by step. Now the journey is over, and I'm not still the same man, i'm older now: i feel tired. It was a dark raining night, and with an overwhelming fear of the whole world I walked behind the corner of the blind alley i've been strolling in, where a harsh voice beckoned me from. Frightened, I led my steps toward that old man, feeling life farther as i got closer to him. Colors have been running away.Colors will be always running away...