Hollow...

                                            I find my wings bleeding.
                                            The words I have to say are frightened
                                            and shudder in a corner of my soul.

                                           I try to find my faith...
                                           but is too late,
                                           the light I used to see is gone,
                                           my Sun has fallen.

                                          I found my wings bleeding
                                          and every step I made, erased...

  

...just wait for rain to come

I wait the rain to put its charm onto my face
to make me smile like I never smiled before.
I wait the rain under my green umbrella,
covering my gloom with grace...
I believe we can be friends.
Just think: I can awake her clouds with words I bring to life,
She slays my sadness into pieces with cold drops as knives.
I wait the rain to come and take me for a walk,
gentle to embrace me and hurl my green umbrella far away
just two best friends...never in need to talk.