Winter Blues

Aging, all over the board of life

Getting closer to the edge

You've always tried not to think about it

As if it will never happen

Sometimes i remember when we met

You were so young

Who knows if you still dream every night?

If that place where we were reading

Still exists somewhere

Who knows if you remember that scorching summer?

Probably not the same way i do

Born in the arms of winter I still rinse

My cheeks with icy wind

Walking the same ground where my blues bloomed

Among white orchids and dry boughs

So, how's your life now?

Do you see you where you wanted?

Everybody has their own path

Sometimes they cross, but never till the end

We all exist inside our own cycle

Sometimes they cross, but never till the end