"I am alone: there is no God where I am"



pass the fields of white

leave the dead behind

so many impressions that night

everything surrounded by tears



and you in the northsouth

this place and eyes, my life

may it never fade

the memory and the photograph



waiting a train

waiting a hill

waiting again

waiting still



and I wait



waiting past

waiting



and I wait



I come back

memories by my hand

angels by my side

to watch over this lights