Native Construct
Mute
Sitting here in the same old park,where the children used to playthe willows lie awake so dark,like a stranger hiding from the light of the dayBeen here long time ago,yet the children's laughter has goneI remember once I felt calm inside,but at some distant point I lost the fightCan't feel the warmth of the sun anymorejust the bitter tongue of silence on my skinlost the paradise I was once living for,swallowed all the pain within,Sitting next the willow, where I ended it all,listening to the sound of silence for a whileuntil I hear the shadows beckoning calland in front of me a little girl giving me a smileForgive me my soul, we got lost on our wayapathetic I found myself here,I feel, there's nothing left to sayand nothing left to fear
From Letras Mania