Treasure Island

alessandro baute


What Is Life


What is Life
if the time goes
not by days, weeks or months
but by the moment
I saw You last time

What is Life
if I call your name and
there`s no reply

What is Life
if I can fit the blue sky
in your eyes
and I don`t see then often
so is always dark

What is Life
if my days are ending
passing under your window
and saying good night

What is Life
if I imagine You
in the arms of others,
wishing to be mine

What is Life
if a thousand times
I scream forgive me
and only silence
is coming back

What is Life
if I am dying here
and You never will be mine

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011
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