When you feel that inner solitude
when you feel the inner magnitude
of the sadness and its consequences
when you are afraid and have no armour nor defenses
you fall apart in a feeling of tears and excuses
then you , I am lost
for thou I can’t fight without myself
I know I must fight counting on me
but there are so many frightening feelings
of a world deleted in deepest dreams
that I must admit
I cannot cope with frigthenning
my days of tranxillimness fever
are never over, never so is a nightmare
I can’t but sleep and try to dream
but the more I do the less I see
the beautiful images of a kind of peace
but the trouble of the war I fight inside
with myself lost in the eager to cry
but I have no liquid tears to drop
I have my mind to stop
and it never does
so here I am
afraid by any figure, any noise
I can’t sing but the choice
I made to fight was so hard I must rest
rest in this world of quicker rythm
rest in never peace but in a chaotic world of pest
a pest which is spreading like my frightness
and which I can’t avoid but affront with sadness
the happiness is gone and I can’t afford
any more tears nor hurting
never conceived I a world of such a madness
that there is no world just emptiness
I hope you can feel the dream I miss
otherwise everything would be lost in darkness of mist
Soleyole 