Image

Word by word as tears
I'm gathering them all in one
And between the dreadful fears
I can see them form an image of a man

It's much unclear yet
what is there to be in time
I'm sitting here and my heart is dead
as well as mind is wrapped in lots of wine

But still the image clear
comes to make me calm
the image lost, but yet so dear
is touching me inside as if it was a palm

Long ago with memories apart
laughing, screaming, joy and fun
where is all that now and why
there's nothin left inside to burn....