Beggar's pride

I remember when we were dancing
Wildly bathing in the moonlight
The wind was crying so silently
Softly celebrating on our side

It was a joy to feel, feelings so real,
warm and strange indeed
We were friends in perfect harmony
Searching each others so easily

Now the doors are closed, no more dancing
Only sleeping in my selfpity
I can't explain why I feel this way
There's no sense in so many things

These times are so strange
I am like a mouse - lost in a cat's maze
Beggar's pride is in his eyes: "Talk is cheap
but forgiving is divine..." ...and now I've learnt

In my dreams nails are pushed through my arteries
The nails of sorrow and loneliness

Wounds may heal, scars they'll never leave
The bitter rags of destiny
If there's a way, I won't turn my back
And fade into the shame

The illusion of life
Is buried by the fire and ice
Beggar's pride was in his eyes: "Talk is cheap
but forgiving is divine..." ...and so I did