Within a thought, within a dream
Beneath the whiteness of my skin
Inside the darkest part of me
So hard to find, what could it be?
What once was there, was painted on
Was hanging on, on to this form,
This rinckled flesh, this walking skin,
What once was there, was there within.
Lashed on to me, to me from then
To that wide smile from way back when,
From that aged time that lingers still
Within a thought, within a dream.
A hopeless form of things unseen,
Of standing essence of a dream.
A sorrow felt so long ago, still so alive,
Draining my soul … my heart and mind
My dying will that strived so hard
So way back then …