FIND ONESELF

Bawling city is now quiet


Last birds got off the ground...


His Nights like an old dream


His Voice like a silence scream


While Houses one by one turned on lights


He's reflecting all alone plights


While treads to his shadow and falters at solitary street


In the most black Foggy Night Nobody want to meet


When A mistral blows chilly lonely striked on his face


He doesnt care become insane what a difficult case


No voice in his home but he is hearing


Nobody wonder to him,His tears dried but he is crying


He doesnt see the way,but he is running


He is out of the circle > he is not complaining ...


Because He dives into Love waters of the ocean everyday


Love is the cure.


Love is the strength.


Love is the glamour of change.


And Love is the cause without a cause...