unopened doors -
does the care of your words come from the arteries of ur flowing vessel
does the shrug od ur shpulder shows ur real emotions
' have faith in us '
does those words cover the wounds of ur worries
no heart carries the depth of ur love
its far from the truth
city walls creeps to the agenda at hand
the kilometres grows
but the moon still falls under our city
so speak the words you wish to
and cherish my absence
because you will have the contract that binds our fate
the pen of our lives is carried in your hands.
