Feb 03, 2006 00:20
I sometimes am afraid.
Being in a foreign land,
far from the tried and tru.
Staying home alone,
keeping the wolves at bay...
the furnace isn´t kicking in
and I wonder...
was it that strange hypnotic drumming
that beckoned me from the forest late last nite?
and on those nites when I am here alone...
"me cuesta" xa dormirme.
Quite often waiting just before the break of day
before I slip. slip, sleepy zzzz's come to me
Breath deep 0'little one,
convince yourself that you are brave.
get used to living in this country,
perhaps its lessons lead to show you the way.