Poet
30-04-2003, 12:31 PM
The broken hand
In this tiring life
We still treading tirelessly
From one point to another
From one station to another
Whenever I look behind
I find such painful memories
Lies..
And mysteries..
You know
I wanted to find only the truth
The reality
In any case
By any face.
Is the brotherhood..
Friend ship..
Worth nothing to you?
If so
Can you give me your proof?
And help me be convinced?
In the time of need
You showed me
That you are brother indeed
Now take a look
Into my wounded heart
And at my broken hand
That may impel you
Come back
And forget your old grouse.
I'll be waiting
I'll keep going
And you will find me
Always smiling
Upon myriad wounds
And forgiver still
Of all the flaws of the past.
In this tiring life
We still treading tirelessly
From one point to another
From one station to another
Whenever I look behind
I find such painful memories
Lies..
And mysteries..
You know
I wanted to find only the truth
The reality
In any case
By any face.
Is the brotherhood..
Friend ship..
Worth nothing to you?
If so
Can you give me your proof?
And help me be convinced?
In the time of need
You showed me
That you are brother indeed
Now take a look
Into my wounded heart
And at my broken hand
That may impel you
Come back
And forget your old grouse.
I'll be waiting
I'll keep going
And you will find me
Always smiling
Upon myriad wounds
And forgiver still
Of all the flaws of the past.