your lone wail

cannot breathe
the smell of guilt is on the ground

nightmare reigns
the slight knife edge is all around

freezing blood within
 the earth trembles at your every step

you who of being distant you made bread
you will have no other life to eat
no other flower will grows from silence
neither good harvest from concrete

cannot breathe
the smell of guilt is on the ground

nightmare reigns
the slight knife edge is all around

freezing blood within
 and the earth trembles at your every step
the earth trembles at your every step
the earth trembles at your every step

your every step
your lone wail in the universe
between the first and the last cry
between the first and the last smile
that if you do not share you will never know

Marco Bo