And maybe all this time
I was walking the road
With blind eyes
And that's why
I couldn't see right
I could not see rightBecause all this time
I trusted the devil
And haunted the angels
I've fell into the trap they made for me
While you were right in front of meI couldn't see clear
Blinded by red lights
But now that i'm out of the woods
I'm turning back home to you
The one who waited all this time
For my returnI hope it's not too late
I hope you're not far away
Are you bored of me yet?Please wait a little longer because
I'm coming home.
YOU ARE READING
l'arte di accogliere il sole
PoetryQueste raccolte di poesie rappresentano e sono la testimonianza del mio percorso di guarigione interiore. Il titolo rappresenta lo scopo stesso di questo processo, accogliere il bello che la vita ha da offrire, concentrandosi sul positivo e lasciar...