stymfal

Like in fortress without windows In the wilderness of you and I Almost breathless felt my inside Every time lost in arms Thy Deep within the space of my fears Little spark was being born Endangered by wink of the eye Waiting for you to be adorn Sparks are meant to become fire My little one longed for air In its noisy quietness shivered quickly dying..that´s not fair didn´t invite you come further didn´t let you ease the pain...´cause didn´t give me time enough to trust you, love you, to feel safe..