You
know the feeling when you feel lost and alone even-tough you are not
alone?
The
moment when you feel the cold rain on your naked body and feel
alive...?
Feel
that someone is there with you ...near....more then you can ever
imagine?.
The
Boy That Turned To A Man ...
One
day a boy was wondering in the woods after a long time of
absence....he looked around him and noticed that the woods have
changed in these years..noting was familiar any-more...he decided to
explore, and wonder in the woods alone....the boy got lost in the
woods for many years …..that boy was“me”.
300
miles apart
I
want to play a game
I
want it to be my way
I
am not scared to play
As
I am 300 miles away
Wondered
and looked for a friend to stay
but
many were absolute if I may
One
day Lisbon came my way
And
a story I have now to say
A
tale of tragedy and pain
So
deep feelings I could never tame
Lisbon
dark and cold all of a sudden became
And
me lying cold on the floor left me in shame
Angry
and afraid I ran afar
Till
the end of the world to heal my scar
Opened
my eyes to the light of the sun
And
the feel of cold it undone
Blinding
me, warming me
You
let me be
“me.”..
I
want to play a game
I
want it to be my way
I
am not scared to play
As
I am 300 miles away
The
shadow of Lisbon came in aid
And
the feeling of fear it made fade
An
angel appeared as I prayed
Face
my fears... no more I was afraid
300
miles apart we might be
Still
my heart you set free
You
to it have found the key
And
made me see how to be “me”
The
boy finally made it out of the woods....but not alone...thank you my
friend ….
The
true proof of friendship is us withstanding time ...and distance....
300
miles apart....
Lisbon have grown cold or I have learnt to ignore its call.......one day I will adventure my self in the woods again...but this time not alone
This post was written by love inspired by Destiny
Continuation of the lights of Lisbon
Picture provided by tumblr
music by Ryuichi Sakamoto
" No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. "
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