[Text] Strays Bench

 

In the frozen bench i lay. Waiting for the never coming train.

The cold wind echoes in me a very hard song to sing.

My tears are in a impenetrable vault.

I may look like i got it under control.

But i am a stray in the cold

I need to get up, but my demons are in the command

No matter how high i tell then to shut, they are poisoning my reason

Making my pain go wild

I wish i knew how to send them away

I am sitting in the cold with a burning pain

[Esta imagem não me pertence. Obrigada ao criador]