Sometimes the Sound Is Cold For Our Being
Sometimes the sound is cold for our being
And night is frightful it’s not easy, pal,
The anguish bites and evil boredom’s winning
And new beginning would be very well.
To write new tale so beautiful and tearless
New happy tale for new and happy day
To change the world the colour our feelings
To lengthen dreams to find another way.
And maybe howl’s unheard in your rush hour
There is a warmth comfort in existence
It’s good but there’s no blooming flower
It seems to me I cannot find the sense.
It seems to me my heart is howling lonely
It bears the tremble and it bears the fright
The tenderness is angry and not only
And pain in chest has found its great delight.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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