Why? Why?
So long and deep...
For what my sin...
well, know though...
Imagine, when I sleep I slip.
Cry? Shy?
Whenever I
have done it out.
So far this route, should it be?
Who told me that
it took a while?
Some time sometimes is flowing fee
And anytime
we pay our crimes.
When need the fog is
good your friend.
The thing is just
to make it out
Its dots I never
tried to count
Those hours
to get a blend
So try? I do...
And why I know.
My way is near,
Should be here...
A spot will be
or maybe two
With both feet my step will grow.