Carlos da Silva

Sad is the story of those who live with hope
As a comfort to loneliness
How many times must we suffer to understand
That the emptiness always comes

Star staring eyes
Burning flame in the face
Empty words in an endless night
Was this
What I fought for ?

To think that the emptiness has no end
To miss those who left
To weep for the loneliness that grows in your chest
To wait for that which never comes
To love someone who doesn't exist
To fight for what makes no sense
To lose your soul over whom doesn't matter
To beg to the skies which do not respond
To cry of pain without being heard
To die inside everyday
As if drowning in the sea of the world.

How many times, how many times must we die
To have peace ?