I sit in yet another night without end,
thoughts travel there far away,
far away where the soul
remained,
where everything is born and dies of pride.
And now I think while I write this,
a man without a soul,
wiping tears.
Tears flow, a river without end,the soul aches, I continue to dream..
I still speak the verses,in that deep night while I burn.
I burn still in the desire to dream there far awaywhere every night in thoughts
I am born again.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
I sit in yet another night without end,
thoughts travel there far away,
far away where the soul
remained,
where everything is born and dies of pride.
And now I think while I write this,
a man without a soul,
wiping tears.
Tears flow, a river without end,the soul aches, I continue to dream..
I still speak the verses,in that deep night while I burn.
I burn still in the desire to dream there far awaywhere every night in thoughts
I am born again.