Last whisper from a winter gale

Welcome to my oblivion
Welcome to my ordeal
If you think it’s just a tragedy
It’s my destiny

I bring all the colours
With my rise
Your rise is condemned
By the trees and their leaves
That already fell
Fell to rise again
With all flowers
Flowers that are already rotten
In my feet
In my needs
Nevermore For evermore

Now I understand
All the grey in your eyes
World needs
To feel the joy of living
It’s my turn
Wind may blow again

If you could feel
All my last thousand dreams
You would see all the pain
Of those who left
I can feel
Your last thousand dreams
So I can see
Their lives in you

I’ve kept the secrets of the night
And spread your crimes all over lives
God is crying out for me
And you die!

You chose your path among my flaws
In each color exists a scar
That is bleeding in me for evermore
I’m aware of your disguise!

I just make them
Dry up all their tears
Turned into stones
By your moaning breeze

So when you shall
Whisper again
There’ll be hope for all