I can't be unfaithful
to whom I once was...
Can't be unfair to whom
I will become.
The sea looks further
away...
Can't hear the same old
wave sounds.
Can you?
Here...
Me.
Throwing myself to the
same old fears.
Same old lost souls...
Time will not be near
when I finally give up
reaching for it.
Things will pass
like waves...
The same old wave
sounds
I won't be able to
hear...
And who will search for
me
when water starts to
flow
drowning feelings that
were untrue?
You'll only be far
from here.
But now
know...
You'll never learn
unless you hear...
And who will reach for
my hands
When waves break on the
sand banks
shattering dreams that
did not come true?
Will someone find me
- eyes shut -
searching in the dark?
But the elder once
said:
Time will come.
Not now...
Not until you can know
how.
Wait 'til the sun goes
down
and night takes men's
last awakening breath.
Then you can rise...
By raising your own
sun.
And then morning will
turn
hatred
into love...
