Re: Csak úgy, magamnak ...

we know

where to go

rocket flies

love to severe all ties

we see

where to grow

taking off

leave the body behind

she becomes so lonely

she becomes so scared

at night shes to tired to fly

she knows

where to turn

and its all

inside of her mind

she hides

from the crowd

seeing clear

waiting for morning light

its oh so sad

to watch her fall

while lillies grow on my dreams

its oh so mad

this way we play

all we have is gone

dreams from so long ago

this stack is uneven it surely shows

concrete walls and razor coil

my birth it is the dirty floor

lillies growing inside my room

the mother of nature is dying soon

she'll become a gasoline groom

and we'll move on