Waterfall of Tears
I was walking alone in a forest road
Nn the shore of a river
I heard the sound of bells and the croack of the crows
It was autumn, the leaves fell and the wind breeze flowed along my skin
I sat down on a bridge where below a waterfall of tears flowed
The ghosts rise and walk near to me
The fog becomes more dense
And the cold rain drenched my face as if I were crying
Joints in proximity of a tree
Was the tree of suicides
After the hanging were thrown in the waterfall of tears
The sound of the symphony that was in my head
Recalls my pain and the loneliness in my lifetime
Passed next to the wrong people
The river of tears became my cryes
I fell into depression and came to the conclusion of the hanging
Autor(es): Manuel Curti
