I’m just trying to let words flow
As if they where little pieces of life
Falling in the night

It’s not the night itself that makes me blue
It’s not the fear of coming through
It’s not my soul getting loose
I try to catch it, but it is already gone

There are to many words that I can’t grasp
I’m standing still, thinking about the past
That’s not important anymore
I say as I take the road to where I belong.

[ Mrs. K i t e ]
isn't trying to rhyme...