Torn Sky

I carried the raindrops in my eyes,
I carried my dreams in a bubbble.
I made home out of cobwebs that flew with wind.

Love came and made everything strong for me,
it went away and tore way my sky.
All the stars fell on me and burnt my eyes.
Now, i walk like a widow with a torn veil,
but my head is still held high.

I am the lover who loves with pride.

The sack of gold.

The sack of gold.

Standing by the door, i see the passing moments on the road.
It is these moments that I cherish most.
Those were the golden days of my existence,
Thoughiexist even now, but ti is only the substance.
You were the essence, to cure to my miseries.

They say i have grown up, but still I cry,
still remember days in your lap, when u would calm me down,
and take me around to show the town.
Was it the child in me you tended or was it
The love you sowed in me?

I walk around like a sack that carried
The gold grains once upon a time,
But surely i walk with pride,
since i have been touched by gold.