In some days
Through the past
I've been writing songs
And poems
At last
There are places that I hope
To revisit
Like Hell's Kitchen
There are places
Trapped at last
Like my memories
Left in the lush trees
Undisturbed
Like rain settling like dew
On the airy
Somehow I get late in
This cold as ice land
I hope to live in Hell's Kitchen
Till my last dance