I am able no awareness of what awaits me when i awake:
Consciousness is a Tender Moment.
I don’t know myself anymore,
my remembrances have lost its color like the snaps on the wall
I’ve all gone beyond my wits

I'm sitting here now with nothing to do:
My thoughts slipping back to you.
After years of yearning
into eternity
i stumble n fall

In between the soft cloud,
a white broken wing dove flies low
to reach a harmony..
to mend his broken heart..
to dream his broken wish..
that flew away ..
beyond the sea.

Beyond the wide sea,
he lost his vision..
he lost his symphony..
he lost his heart-throb..
he lost his fondness..

In between the soft cloud,
a white broken wing dove flies low
to find a sparkling tenderness
to sling a novel hope..
that lost its way..
beyond the sea.

~Originated wrote for Nu, a friend of mine. Tomorrow will be a better day Nu, I promise~