Every face I see turns into yours
Each voice I hear plays your melody
Baby now that your gone ‘n I’m alone
My poor soul knows not how to atone.

Maybe you’ve forgotten me
I would blame it on time
And an unknown address
If not for my arrogant silence.
A heart still beating for you,
Longing the pain dies too
Sweet memories to torment
A broken soul that long left.

It was a comfortable world
The table in that small attic
The old fountain pen and pad
My happy world of limerick.

His war, somehow my crusade
So read the king’s summon
In the name of God I marched
Got a shield, a shiny weapon.

Those I slayed in the day, the dead
Returned at night in my nightmares
Did nothing, said nothing, just stared
Couldn’t sleep once in so many years.

I earned my freedom, end of my war
Took a final look around while falling
Peace at last! And I had to travel far
Back to my attic, it has been calling.

A world of popsicles, marshmallows
Clay moulds and mushroom clouds
Funny teeth, out of place slangs
Fantasies, Tintin and Spiderman
The colours than brighten my day
I so wish everything stays this way
Things will change, time won’t stop
When the road ends, here I’d drop.

I can’t remember faces
And every time we met
Lost myself in those eyes
Perhaps to read you better
Or perhaps to remember
Afraid it would be our last.
Years pass, we meet again
Rushed on a call, not yours
To find you comfortably lain
All ready for the final course
Same old smile on your lips
And the eyes closed forever.