lonelyworld

If today could speak,

if yesterday weren’t a dream,

if the future weren’t a vission,

i would have poured out my pains.

if my eyes could understand

that distance and time makes the the stand

which only the rythym of life stands;

i would have gone to meet my destiny.

If only my pains knew my grieves,

if only today weren’t brief;

if only the bridges to my dream could be real;

i would have been a king with that living kiss