Wednesday, February 4, 2009

caminho só



Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
People writing songs that voices never share,
And no one dared.
Disturb the sound of silence.

Silence like a cancer grows.