When childhood comes back again

Through the window of your fast life train,

Just before it will reach final stop

Open window and let childhood hop

Into cabin where loneliness dwells

As your only companion on rails.


Let your childhood take you by the hand

Trusting you as you've trusted your dad.

Take a journey together back to the past

Into times where hours could last,

Into times where days were so long,

Into innocent times where nothing was wrong.


When childhood comes back your way

Don't push it away, let it stay, let it play.

Let it share its secrets and dreams

While its head to your head softly leans.

Let it be your true loyal friend,

Let it stay in your life to the end.

Where light of heaven doesn't reach,
Lies world where sense is blind.
It's dark and there logic fails to preach,
- Mysterious as forest is this place for Human mind.

Open up there guts of earth
In the abyss of time and space,
Where intertwined are life and death,
Being bound in embrace.

Wild Rosehip grew by roadside in the dusty stony soil,
The thorny shrub, by life's dull prose tough struggle hardened,
Being unaware that indistinguished are its heart and soul
From ones of rose, which lives in beauty of well cared garden.

But Gardener instilled in lonely bush hope's stalk - to cure its past loneliness and worry,
And blossomed it in Spring, to the surprise of self, with shine of tender fragranced glory ...
That morning wrote the bard his best love song, the song, with feelings passion fired,
- To fame the beauty of the one, to whom his heart belongs, by nature's miracle inspired.

Wild Rosehip grew in dusty soil,
By life's tough struggle hardened,
Yet undistinguished are its heart and soul
From rose in cared flower garden.

ou that ...
I doubt it will make You feel as you expect - quite glad.
Let You consider me as being insensitive and bad,
As much as I forgave, I never shall forget !


You asked to stick around - sure Dear, I indeed may stay,
But hardly You will find that this will make your day.
Let You consider me being cold and causing pain,
There is nothing You could do to make me love again.


The feeling's gone and can not be revived by will.
Love resurrection is impossible, so simply let's be real.
Betrayal is the wound, which no witch could heal.
When Love is crucified it stays forever killed.