So contradicting
Numb feelings, oppressing
To the dreams that fly
In the vast Southern sky
Drown in sorrowful laughter
Dance in the midnight breeze
Soak in the piercing heat...
Soak in the piercing heat
Unknowingly knowing
There's probably nothing
In the end all is gone
Wilting flowers in the bed of fears
Drown in sorrowful laughter
Dance in the midnight breeze
Soak in the piercing heat...
Soak in the piercing heat...
This is a song I wrote a long time ago. I just saw it today in one of my drawers written in a loose paper. I probably have tons of poems and songs written in loose sheets that is forgotten, never to be seen or read by other people.