Treasure Island

Jana Hubena

(20.9.1991)

I Wandered


I wandered lost in time
Hoped that I could find
Words to say what's real
And what I want to feel.

I wandered lost in night
Saw only stars behind.
Can you tell me why
I wanna turn back time?

I wandered lost in light
Illuminated to dark sky
Feeling shivers in the fight
Which I'll never win.

I wandered inside
Trying to catch my breath
But losing what was my debt
Throwing away my bright side.

We all are afraid
We all want to save our fate
But how can we do it without signs?
We've to read what's written in the lines.

We all are afraid
We all need to wait
Till the night will be gone
Till everything will be done.

I wandered lost in me
You taught me, how to see.
That this is written in my heart
And it keeps us apart.

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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