The Dog That Lays
The dog that lays
at the end of your bed,
Is looking with the eyes
of a sad man.
The grass that grows
in the middle of the garden,
Saves the secret
of the light of the night.
Don't cry if you've lost your way,
Perhaps a new destiny comes some day,
Burn it to the bone into the dust of the night
Until the needle finally bends, all right!
It doesn't matter
If you come with me,
If doesn't matter
nothing hurts me.
I believed I was blind,
I believed I was dead,
I believed I was an injured bird,
I felt so insignificant.
The weight of the past doesn't frighten me anymore,
Each night I seek into the infinite horizon,
looking for the star that will show me the way
to discover who I really am.
Writer/s: mcgrau
