A thousand steps I’ve walked in my bed…
For those I recall, one dream has been shared;
Put them together, the sigh says all over again
The pieces shows nothing… nothing but a silhouette.
The soul tells stories with passion and blood
Crying at loud in sorrow, a long lost memory of love.
Yes… Once You were loved;
repeats the ancient echo in my head
My heart feels the agony of something missing again
And by the the time I remember that I am on my own
I find myself walking alone in the labyrinth of fools
Edgar Fabian Gil Amado
The sight behind the dark