Dying Face

But there is no one to listen
Seconds turn to minutes, hours to days
But still a single word is missing
Is it me who looks into his own face
And calls himself a liar?
Is it me who is blaming all around
And will I life the torch to my own pyre?
Dream on — neverending
Feel your eyes get filled with sand
Dream on — neverending
Broken dreams — your only friend
Is it me who looks into his own face
And calls himself a liar?
Is it me who is blaming all around
And will I life the torch to my own pyre?
Buried deep in your emotions
Locked out is the truth
Hidden in a selfmade blank — a desert cold —
You are losing youth
Just a single word would change the situation
But there is still ignorance and pride …
Feeding your resignation