Between the Lines

Behind the words, between the lines, far from layers of black and white.

In a world of heaven and hell tales of fiction are hard to tell.

Despite the words we know everything will never come clear.

Between the lines, always right, never wrong and no page is white.

Words are the same. The tale's a game. In the shades lies need and faith.

Despite the words we know everything will never come clear.

Same song heard with different words.

The song remains the same no matter what you heard.

New words written by the very same hand.

How new thoughts com alive you fail to understand.

Nothing hides in the very same line

but everything prevails with another try.

Close to the truth and seeking for more.

Nothing to find when the stone is cold

Despite the words we know everything will never come clear.