***Back in the 70's .. a movie was made , adapted...
-Johnny Got His Gun...

Walking this earth alone,
smiling on every empty soul...

If these clouds would sing again
i was willing to save the rain just for you...

Like a thousand romances ,
her eyes spoke hopelessly...

If you had the eyes of a feline
... would you venture in the dark...

With broken wings
i was falling apart...

Talk to me, softly.
Let me hear your voice...

At the dawn of each day
with heartening break of light...

The last time i was with you
you were cold and out of breath...

I know its really hard to forget
thinking of all the words i could've said...

Its just everyday
..we rise awake...

A different image i see
i see somethings out of place...