I cry tonight
I must cry tonight and be renewed tomorrow
Let the moon cover me under its shadow
And see the stars lose their light one by one
I must be freed tonight of the holding sorrow
Cleanse the palate of so much sweet bitterness
And shatter the dreams that once rocked me to sleep
Tomorrow when the world wakes up
I’ll be long gone
I’ll ride the first morning train to nevermore
And escape with the light rays of dawn
For it’s time to leave the innocent surrender
Of the stubborn heart and its ravaging commands
And be all mind for the murder of the unborn love
There were lost pleas in the dark
Contained in a single box
But Pandora would deny
All measurement of hope
And the tiredness of the bones of such a passive story
Crushed under the weight of so much dishonesty
I must cry tonight and forget tomorrow
For tomorrow never comes
I must cage the sadness in a solitary dungeon
Fight the hurt to let go that paralyzes my bones
And renders me a speck of distrust wishing that time stood still
To avoid the inevitable fall
And yet I must learn to once more walk
Dust off the stones that cruelly freeze my toes
Stand brave before the broken glass road
Bleed the feelings out through mutilated pores
Purify the skin with the fire from above
When the morning comes
The first tear was a sign of this ill condition
The body that spasms in mad revolution
I must shame myself in front of the cracked illusion
Left alone to rot in a broken mirror
So that the scars are hidden from the masses
I must let my eyes meet their worst enemy
Let the fear consume them in opportunistic symbiosis
That will tear them off from their blindness
And leave them clear as water
I’ll carry the wounds with me
In eternal remembrance
Breathe in every dent of the sword
Hissing in fervent malice
Trapped in another’s soul
A promise to never threaten my villages or my houses
Over fragile sand castles
Wrapped in meaningless words
Anymore, something else
Ambiguous ambivalence
Let us play this game of nonsense patience
Like politicians in a garden party
Where the smiles are made to fit
I’ll be long gone tomorrow
In a flight to Neverland
The roots that never were
The dream that always was
But tonight, I cry…