The Attic And The World Of Emotions

Hope on the last floor where dust kills the breath

The room is dark and wraps me in fear and sadness

Without words I look around me thinking in tears

A whole life closed in drawers under a roof

I can hear those voices calling survived and alive today

You fly and disappear and I'm watching you

In the attic and the world of emotions

One of those days so similar to many others

Along with a friend of mine destroying me within...

So many questions not any answer

Nothing outside, nobody in the storm

Just a small black bird survives

I got trapped in the children's corner standing still

I climb the stairs remembering moments

Lived and gone and the melody starts

To chant in my mind

I can hear those voices calling survived and alive today

You fly and disappear and I'm watching you

In the attic and the world of emotions

I go down stairs smiling

I leave the absence of light behind my shoulders

The oppression of that ceiling above the head

And the shades that flee where are you come out

My heart is full I listen through a darkened window

they built white walls

Like branches without life just upon

them ice crystal cold season