Flare Voyant Empty Soul
I cross your laughter into nothingness
Scent the spume of times past when I was dreaming still
I mark my passing in the grey, pallid tint of the age
Darkness hides
In the reflection of nothingness
My soul sails
On pools of nothingness
A thought takes flight
Drunk with hope
A page torn by the wind
I mark my steps
With the black ink of time
I mark my steps
With the black ink of time
Darkness hides
In the reflection of nothingness
My soul sails
On pools of nothingness
A sigh wipes out
The fraction of a thought that would have changed to world
Un soupir efface
La fraction d'un pensée qui aurait changé le monde
