the day breaks
the mind aches
looking for all the words
to write songs of love
but not for me, for no one.

i am the fool to fall,
who wants to get away
behind the tears, i found clouds
cried for no one, and not for me

no sign of lucky star's, love, bridges, castles, sun or skies.
nothing for no one, and nothing for me

to stay home or go out?
i don't know.

SP 24/07/08
Jean Boëchat

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