"This is the last of our days"
Why... silence why?.
One or two many times I call you,
why me? why this time?.
O why... no place to see you.
Welcome to the last of days...
turning happiness into sadness.
I do not see your face,
or your figure nor your soul.
I only see a couple of tears,
falling from your eyes...
falling from your sad eyes.
This is the last of our days
and I don#180;t have much to said.
Why silence... why?.
Why is time for a goodbye?.
When the love is in your heart,
is in my... why?.
I ask this last time...
Why said goodbye?.
One or two times here close to my eyes,
said why... why you cry?.
This is the last of our days...
this is my love in your hands.
This is the last hug to your heart,
this is my last goodbye.
This is morning alone...
Why silence... Why?.
By: Fausto García Horta... c.COOPY RIGHTS MMIX. FGH
To: The many stories if last days of our loves... People who are gone for ever. Why silence why? Said loud, say it clear... I Love You... never a Goodbye.
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