Some feelings
Made of sand, made of stone,
Ending up in safe hand, ending up alone.
Opportunity screams, opportunity dies,
Temptation became rare, truths became lies.
Painful tomorrow, precious today,
Strangers that became loved ones fade away.
Only thing left is a starry night,
A pillow to hug and to hold tight.
A new day to dawn, same is the light,
Lost in thoughts not willing to enter the flight.
