Children of Tears
I didnt come here to hassle you with questions
All those unnecessary questions that weigh down my heart
But to ask for kind thougts in the middle of the night,
Ask for forgiveness for all the bad things Ive done.
We are one of a kind in misery, children of tears,
Huddling under the mercilessly blowing gale
That stained our pure island, our refuge,
Where we sought shelter from the relentless world.
All the things we yearned for, the things we tried to gain,
The methods we applied, when the world asked not for us...
But like the leaves of the trees must wither and die,
So died all of our hopes, fertilizing nothing.
My little jealoudies didnt amount to much, not much,
But I saw the hurt in your eyes and understood it,
When I felt your heart pumping wth it in the night;
Wondring when Id leave you, our dependencyd turn to hate.
Well, leaving you in the end didnt mean anything
Certainly it made the cold nights no warmer.
Now the sky is opening after long days of rain,
But I ask for kind words of yours
Cause the days of rain are not over for me yet...