never feeling this much ever felt so down
as a river was pushed over night and dawn,
so it was the injustice that breaks the love.

like a water of reason drawn to its halt,
do i know the truth that I was at wrong.

does a writer tell so what it was now
bring down this mountain,
I've seen the moon.

reflecting a lost forgotten view,
it was me the less and you the few.

Tangled in a drunken fog and still I knew
that loosing is the greatest fear.

Now i cling to rocks and wind.
the only thing at cost.