a morning rain comes to the window
and I can’t see it all.
life keeps from wearing clothes off
secrets are like heaven
there are no curtains
yet you still have to hide
smile while there are teeth
they will someday wear out
seldom things desire happy endings
come into my roof
watch the sky going asleep
I want to hide you from the clouds
they watch us relentlessly fading and smirk
like everything was known somehow
but we are going to stay
let’s walk between the fields
the edges must say something
as do the clouds.
no faith comes from the believer
if there’s no sense of deliverance
tell him it is wrong
to believe in fables
- not that they didn’t exist -
but the sun shines upon us all
a cloudy day does not make sense
when we talk about evil
faith may not exist
or sometime there must be
as we have to believe
it has to come by, the relief, relife.
one does not have to know
I’ll take care of you
even if you don’t know it.
