When darkness cease to give to dawn.
Lonely was I when I was in a world,
A world of my own said by chord of words,
My lone self cried a loud-silent clamour,
thirsting in the river for anoth'r world.
My voice came back to me with a solo
angel's voice and I became voice-voiceless;
for her touch healed my blindness and peaces' mo,
I felt her tears dripp'ng in bold cowardice.
When darkness cease to give to dawn,
I felt her tears falling-ice on the ground,
My blindness could see I'm free from ' foetus;
when darkness cease to give to dawn.
"words from the innocent mind"