Path

Is the coming of the age
a middleman,in a middlearth
Lost in the middle
Older as he is, younger then he needs
Path to death would be a comfort

He and his dog
Would seem to be a sad image
Nobody remember
Happyness and its forms
Alone in some part of the path
The dog barks, and he smiles
Simple as that

He is an undead
and yet he breaths
Blood as an ink
He writtes his history
It was war once
He did the battle
It was love once
The woman was never his
Today he sings
needs to...
Howl if you wish
The path only echoes

No life is lost
even the ones he took
even his own
He knows, he used to believe
Body and soul apart
He is his North
The path is a circle
He will hear his own voice
and will not reconize his song
Howl if you wish
The path only echoes

Marcio