Beatrik
The Last Wandering
I spent my life in faraway dismal places I came back now, and I'm only waiting to die May I die down there Into my forests never forgotten Covered by a mantle of withered leafs May my last sigh To breathe their sweet smell And may I still hear The voice of the cold wind Among that silver trees For the last time Let me wonder for the last time Into my forests never forgotten I left sure to had abandoned all I came back now and I'm only waiting to die
From Letras Mania