There is a woman in you,
Who does not feel anymore,
Neither ecstasy not pain,
When the night lights fall on water
And set fire to it,
She only looks on
blandly, mute to the happenings and mishaps.
Why the other woman in the
front seat cries,
Wiping the defiant tears
flowing ceaseless,
What the phone tells her just before three
minutes, of a insensitive spouse,
or the news of a sick father?
She cries and sends her silent sobs
to the darkness outside
and to an invisible God.
front seat cries,
Wiping the defiant tears
flowing ceaseless,
What the phone tells her just before three
minutes, of a insensitive spouse,
or the news of a sick father?
She cries and sends her silent sobs
to the darkness outside
and to an invisible God.
The woman in you
Sits like an idol
Watching her
Reminded of the many similar pains
That hounded her in many
Past lives.
Sits like an idol
Watching her
Reminded of the many similar pains
That hounded her in many
Past lives.
The journey comes to finish.
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