the mad storm that never came

As springsteen sang – Everybody’s got a hungry heart-

I was keeping mine alive
there is a sadness love, hidden in pretty smiles
and the number of tears fall counterwise.

Accros the river in my lonesome mind
far away from the promised land
you know were we are building castles in de sky
and following footprints in beachy sand.

On this stormy day, this guy passes me by
eyes of sorrow, his sadness spreads
he’s looking for a peace of mind
but I keep playing with high tie.

As I walk further, turn around one last time
the guy is gone, no more soul to see

wings,

I think they unfold, he flew away

hope mine will grow soon

someday

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