A friend: passion, deep as the soul, drinks, blanket, and a cave to chat about escaping the world.
Quite you are they say
But not as what I see when I watch your face
Cause I felt, saw the storms/fires over and over
But no one heed even your warnings
I saw your own beauty that you didn’t even notice
Your soul is a cosmos’s of mystery
A wind mixed with fire
Cause you are a precious and rare
No one will gets you
Nor take your place in existence and your absence
Cause you made everyone fall
To make a call
from dawn to dusk
nor just to meet you for a few seconds at the hall
Can we take every road ?
To escape the world
like we talked before
When we went to see the cave and let our soul to talk before we fall.
