Three years of the Lost Time 7. 7. 08

Three years I have been wandering in mist;
Three years my heart was dead, my soul asleep;
Three years I drank red poison of their lust;
Three years my memory turns into dust.

Three years I wept inside, the game was lost,
Three years betrayed the one I loved the most,
Three years of empty darkness in my head,
Three years I can’t turn back and I’m mad!

Three years forever young, forever drunk,
Three years my eyes were blind, my mind was dumb,
Three years I turned myself in piece of junk,
Three years I walked on sharpest blades of luck.

Three years I spent my days among false friends,
Three years – I couldn’t hope some day it ends,
Three years of crawling down the line of tears,
Three years enough for growing of my fears.

Three years I lived in vain, and it’s a crime,
Three years I hid in shadows of dark light,
Three years of hope that next day I would die,
Three years I woke up, hating the sunrise.

Three years of waiting for a sign of God,
Who said, my savior is still to come…
And at the end of line of tears I found
The heart that gave me real love.

And then the darkness fell down from my wings,
And blindfold fell from eyes with tears,
And ended miseries of mine
Just like a tale of the Lost Time…