Sorrowness

Last morning on a bus
after same old foggy days
two women on their own
speaking all about (with souls) [?]

They know what you are
if you don't too
it will be another hard day's nights
until you'll find your pride inside

It's not your fault
it's always life to live
and (then) all at once
you'll make a smile

remembering the sunny days.


Versi liberi che riflettono un momento.
Chiedo grazie e scusa a chi mi sopporta.

A Laura.