Portrait of a Cynic

Diary Of Dreams

 

I know for sure

You left me here

I came for shelter

My last conviction

 

I'll fight for sure

You found me stranded

My hand in yours

A farewell whisper

 

Tell me what for...

Tell me why...

Tell me the reason...

Tell me how...

 

Tremble on...

My last conviction...

My last farewell...

My last prediction...

This is my cell