The endless chapter
I’ve been travelling all that time
Lost faces of my children
Sweet face of my bride
So much time I can’t remember
Blue sound of guitar strings
There’s no need to be pretender
Ain’t no reason to cover wings
Now I’m staring at this picture
In an album I have seen
No need to force the vision
To look at your sins
Traveller of the desert
Sand is only need
Cause I’m like big empty bottle
That needs to be filled
Put on a mask
You might think storm is fast
But no one gets to the point
Without a simple test
How much ammo in the bag?
Where’s your cigarette?
Where are you going
In hell we gonna rest
Somehow it comes to the end
If bullets still have might
No reason to write poems
When we can’t make it’s right
Traveller of the desert
Sand is only need
Cause I’m like big empty bottle
That needs to be filled
No chapters here not a single word
Let the storm take you till you destroy more