Dec 30, 2005 22:21
it’s just another sunday morning
for so many people here
but today
it’s a different one for me
i’ve been searching so long for all these treasures
with a hopeful smile on my face
everyday
over and over again
but i always end up here in a dead end road
so what should i do now?
[on this sunday morning]
hope is slipping away from me
sorrow is already in me
sorrow is always with me
like a unwanted onlooker
[on this sunday morning]
do you know the answer?
how am i able to stand up?
how am i strong enough to succeed?
because i’m already lying on the ground
[on this sunday morning]
while the rain is falling down on me
can you turn it off?
i’m so afraid of drowning
don’t you hear my sos calls?
which i’m screaming out loud
(on this sunday morning)
and even
when i’m nearly dying
when death is decorating my body with his soft kisses
when white turns into black
i could not forget the words you told me
that after rain
sun is always coming again