I turn my head,
here on my bed,
look to the side,
eyes open wide,
there's noone there,
but yet, somewhere,
you turn your head,
there on your bed,
look to the side,
eyes open wide,
our minds then see,
in bed are we,
In ear,
I hear,
soft "Morning, dear"
Right through this scruffy door,
you'll find an empty space,
once filled with joy and love,
it was a happy place
The walls had heard so much,
of fun that once was here,
when you press ears against
them, laughs, I swear, appear
The floors creak sligthly now,
weary from all the days,
when jumped, run they were on,
when life went on its ways
And through the windows sun
looks down and searches for
the people that it loved,
to touch with rays before
The empty air it warms,
feels like a soft embrace,
reminds you of the time,
this was a happy place
There was a happy land,
far, far, away,
pink castle there did stand,
of ballons made
It squaked and bent walked on,
towers toppled,
It had a pit glued on,
by fun balls filled
One day a message came,
from next country,
to happy land kings name,
addresed bluntly
King tried to open soon,
with trusty knife,
It fell, ballons went boom
everyone died
Clock slowly moves its hands around,
I often try to look elsewhere,
The night ends soon, sun is abound,
This thought I really cannot bear
The future filled by emptiness,
as always, yet so different,
out of the floor creeps loneliness,
stops being caught in the moment
I grasp the air but nothing's there,
I look around, but still can't see,
old life must be somewhere out there,
just please, god, bring it back to me
Clock slowly moves its hands around,
my eyes stare how they fly so fast,
I drift away, with nothing found,
to stop my longing for the past
A thin and measly twig protrudes,
straight of the plane of gray vastness,
cracks slowly creep and spread around,
herald the time of happiness
When clouds of smoke and dust arise,
and nearly nothing can be seen,
the twig fights hard it doesn't budge,
it knows what weakness means for him
He saw his kin give up and die,
one day the green is here and lives,
the next, gray takes the charge again,
it's hard when anybody leaves
The twig got smashed, had little sun,
It's leaves were bit, it's roots had rot,
but soul of green still brighly lit,
will show the gray what strength he's got