Michael Ruff
Poor Boy
Listen to the rain, like glass breaking slowlyMy heart's breaking right on timeListen to the water, like a thousand people kissingOr one person walking awayListen to the wind, like young lover's passionOr old people passing awayIn all these things I hear youIn all these ways you call to meCalling me...poor boyIt's like I know where love is But love never come to me Calling me poor boy, poor boyListen to the words, speaking in melodiesFrom the soul, through the voice, to the pen (to the paper, through the eyes, to the mind, to the soul again)In the shadow of a dancerIn the echo of a lieIn the patience of a teacherAnd in the movement of an eyeIn the telling of a storyIn the pouring of two loversAnd in the softness of the moon In all these ways I hear youLetras de canciones In all these things you call to me Calling me...(just a) poor boySometimes I feel like SalieriI'm standing at the door but no one ever asks me inCalling me....SalieriCalling me...poor boy, poor boy (to the paper, through the eyes, to the mind, to the soul again)
From Letras Mania