I cannot write on clean paper,
the words shy away from the page
I cannot smile and stand aside
as joy and pain take center-stage
They're everywhere - my pallid footsteps
- dust wounds that easily heal
It's hard to retrace a lonely stroll
It's hard to write a letter that's sealed
Sealed and blank, I've sent a letter
up to the horizon gales
written in drops of salty water, that
fell from clouds somewhere in my eyes,
like rain on a ocean - superfluous but beautiful
I created a pattern, yet in the end,
only my silence touched the page
I cannot-
I cannot write my words on clean paper.
the words shy away from the page
I cannot smile and stand aside
as joy and pain take center-stage
They're everywhere - my pallid footsteps
- dust wounds that easily heal
It's hard to retrace a lonely stroll
It's hard to write a letter that's sealed
Sealed and blank, I've sent a letter
up to the horizon gales
written in drops of salty water, that
fell from clouds somewhere in my eyes,
like rain on a ocean - superfluous but beautiful
I created a pattern, yet in the end,
only my silence touched the page
I cannot-
I cannot write my words on clean paper.
