I never
thoutht it matter, never thought it mattered so much to me exactly where I put
my feet. I was wrong. I drink a strong cup of coffee. A long time ago, I had a
home. A corner where I could be alone. So goodbye my solid ground. I’m an
engine, I won’t break down. A lonely chord without a song, searching for an
orchestration where I belong. Where will I hang up my raincoat when this day is
over? Like a leaf without a tree, nothing to cover over me. I’m like a
character from a story, I don’t exist. I owe a lot to these kids who are (like)
family. They’ve helped me out with their endless generosity.
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