Uma

Eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, and no one feels the pain, who cares for my bones, a river rises all alone, beyond any time zone, when I sees his face, running ligne of alcohol, suddenly appear plain, a time to stay in tune, wolves howl at the moon, they cry like broken news, maybe i'll take a train, like last winter's love, once sparkled on the Bay, who knows where's he's from, a trapeze of broken runs, why seek to atone, mend what's gone lame, as in some walking tomb, can we ever really say, reason why he's gone ?