I wait for some unknown or I wander away...
I care for days gone or let my mind sway...
Am I glad for being lost or sad for being astray...
I sit here hidden by a smoke screen.
Terrible it is to fear the unknown...
Even worse to lose the will to know...
I don't quiver as the cold winds blow...
I sit here warmed by a smoke screen.
Kind words meant to soothe...
Even fail to muffle the truth...
There are only few that care...
So I sit here caressed by a smoke screen.
places with lights of hope I've many been..
many a people with smiles brilliant seen...
All that just fades away my friend...
I sit here blinded by a smoke screen.
¿;-)
