Sunday, February 08, 2009

Daylight Revival

Wake up in the morning, see the sun rise
Feeling morning breath smacking my cheek
Looked with gloom to morning light
Morning comes without no seek
Morning

Mourning
Look astounded to the sky
And trees, so softly speaking through their leaves
They once had made me want to cry
So softly forgotten, I'was brought to knees

And thought that gold would be not having problems,
I'd rather say that gold is solving them
I got up today, not shining high
But even an* a star's exploding 'twill keep shining

Noon's gone, midday's light non-shining
Bright sky's left for cloud day's rain
No longer hearken for trees' leaf crying
The pouring rain will leave a craving
Afternoon

Afternoon,
Thought that daylight would never come again,
And got so glad about it
Thought that dying wouldn't be so vain,
Wasn't glad about it

And then the rain stopped pouring
I saw the whispering trees in green
Crawling, saw my insects crawling
Thought it'd be the change to see my summer's bloom

Hearken now, saw their whispers turn to gold
Saw my chance coming,
said "hey, stop right there sucker"
Thought it could be time to make destiny unfold

She came to me, showed me a way
Told her I'd love it, sooner should it stay
Grabbed it with both hands
And made it stop like time in sand

And incredibly, the sun did not start its brightness
The clouds were still up in the sky
I just glanced at them and said ok, it is ok
I know that it's my time

My summer morning was spent in gloom
And still a thunderstorm was enough to bring up bloom
Strange living life, isn' t it
I know I loved it

I don't know where I'm going right now
But life's becoming lighter somehow
And hopefully sunlight will be lit once again
And I hope I'll see the trees again

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

cara
eu só vou comentar neste ultimo [pq vc publicou tudo de uma vez?]

manooooo o "Constant Struggle", putz adorei
parece muito com oque eu geralmente escrevo [ não, não se sinta deprimido]

logicamente com o translate google do meu lado, vejo que este post parece uma canção do MUSE, uaaal quem sabe você se tornar um escritor de musicas, dessas que todo mundo canta, mas só lembrarm da banda, do cantor, o cara que escreveu a musica nunca é lembrado, mas foi o responsavel por fazer todos se amarem

vou começar a fazer estudos analiticos sobre canções infantils, para tetar entender o porque de ser assim xD

Hei, vou tentar apagar o Astoufo da História, será que consigo?