Moments of the Past

Underneath the quilt
Shivering from fever
Counting minutes by
The droplets from the ceiling

Will I fade away?
Or it’s a new beginning

Moments passing by
I hold them so dear
From mother’s lullaby
To the days when you were near

A shame that our place
From now on will be vacant

Memories turn to dust
As a symbol of our wild past
Broken and naive fool
A dreamer who was stubborn as a mule

Nice to see you here
Tending to my wounds
Shielding me from fear
Like no one ever could

We know all too well
It’s just a brief postponement

Do not see me off
I’ll find my own way
My utter disarray
Will end up quite soon

A shame that our place
From now on will be vacant

Memories turn to dust
As a symbol of our wild past
Broken and naive fool
A dreamer who was stubborn as a mule