Tell me where they hide, when they don´t show up...
If it is a secret, I don´t ask much more,
Just tell me that.
For my dreams talk to me...almost every night...
For they show me things, I try to figure out.
Maybe, I have turned blind, for I cannot finish to understand,
What they really want to tell me,
What the gods want me to find.
Tell me how they feel...when I don`t feel anything,
I just ask them to show me, how I can do it...How to go on...how… Continue
Posted on January 24, 2010 at 5:59pm — 1 Comment