Lost Life

I live in house for dying people Next door stands old theatre Which is closed For too much long As a time as I am alone Beating the time by toutching memories Reading forgotten script Wrinkled face Ripped curtain No mark seen in the dirty crypt I am

Breathing once again her name And you will never know your son's face. Hopeless in the darkest day Nobody ever told you this fate. Your soul's in the grave And you go just alone Through the fog and clouds Going far and so far. What you hoped so much