The shadows of the past

It happens
every time the night comes
every time the autmn comes

it happens
every time the sorrow comes
every time the memories comes

and if you only can
just fall asleep and drift against the current
against the current of the time

all along the Shadow river
to disappear...and to dissolve

but it only becomes darker
and the rain is nipping along
roofs and roads
fallen off leaves

and the faint sound
of gray water flood
degraded trees silhouettes
degraded shadows

and it happens
every time you wish
to get back home

and the only thing've left
with my blessed sorrow
the shadows of the past
my endless damnation being alone