all things come to an end.

am coming up only when november ends..
to wake you up one last time..
to see my face and smile..
show me what is outside these four walls..
wonder what heavens roads will look like..
when you're crouching and your feet burn..
and you crawl beneath the light..
but thats just sad thoughts..

they say when you are above the clouds..
and watching over her from a place far and wide..
you cannot set your soul free..
and bear in mind your loneliness..
upon the valley of the dreams..
someone must knock the door that leads to reality..
exchange your sorrow with hope..
and hope leaves when the sun sets the day..
and the waves crush the sand..

its december now and the days go by..
silently like still waters in a cold lake..
and leaves gliding towards the ripples..
the trees glow and birds show the their feathers..
a song to say goobye..
from too many you must choose..
the choosiest choice and tragic wonder of your mind..