25 nov. 2012

The drift

Understand where I stand
Me here you there
Walking with the moon light
With my fellow dogs
Away from smoke
Going up with the men
The Turkish ones hunt me
Passing country borders
Drifting from where I stood
To the arms of our past

Understand where I stand

You here me there
You are loving 
But her
Beyond my reach
Keeps my head 
Crossing the border

My blood embraces 
The white moon trying
To catch the white star 

That I am standing
Where I am going
On for for ever

Without goodbyes
Towards no beginnings

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