Aphelia

when the curse that i conjured up
has begun
it will hurt, i´ve omitted to
try to ban

and if solely some hurts try to
guide me on
i will bear and don´t change the course
till it´s gone

and sorry, father
a helpless son
want to yearn, want to run
and sorry, mother
i carry on
to the back of beyond

and so we cover
up the sun
want to be where it begun
so we don´t bother
who comes along ...
what we miss on the run

in a world where we live in pride
a quiet shout
where it hurts, we´ve omitted to
cry it out
and my soul just keeps clinging on
to my mind
i can't bear this course leading from
time to time



it seems so far….Aphelia……