crawling out the dark

when the breeze softly speaks

and the sun swims in the blue,

I recall from sweet memory of mine

voices and colours of good ol' times;

a tear starts to flow,

like summer rain, falls to the concrete;

simulating a heavy soul

that no longer can bear the wounds;

they open and they close, 

they got hidden

and hurt even more;

standing still while shattering inside,

someone sees not everything's alright

a new voice and brighter colours

bring peace and heals the breaking,

allows me to discover,

makes me breath and haves me feeling.