clouds

in the dark cold night, walking alone

on a narrow path, on the threshold

there is no horizon at the edge of time

the vision of life vanishes before you

surrounded by the clouds

they´re gathering around you

you´re running out of time

but you can´t go further away

feel the wind blow on your back

but the wind is cold

nobody dares, nobody cares

nobody wants to know

he cried, he lied

but in the end almost the whole world was with him

too late, just far too late

he suddenly found out that he had been on the wrong side

of the threshold

awaiting nights of fear and

daylight positive rendez-vouz

a thosand crying faces

not even one would dare to smile

in the land of illusions

there´s a man who tells his tale

he talks about hope, and about life

he´s just one dream away

words by johan engström

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