Fog

There's no pain in my chest. My heart feels lighter. The fog has gone, And the future is clear. The sun shines on those who smile. We run for it even if we don't like It. Only those who suffer don't stop. Only those who are deaf don't laugh from excitement, Sorrow, rarely from trouble. We have long forgotten the joy of, And we laugh at the wrong time when there Are tears in our eyes. You'll say quietly, "I'm tired." It's hardly anyone's fault. There are no guilty parties in this pain. No one's executed in the morning. A red-hot sword on the battlefield was thrown by A warrior who went for a walk. Tell me, what is it that we shall see In life? Perhaps a bunch of flowers or a judgment of Man over man. Perhaps a devilish battle to behold Before me. All that was will be unknown. Only let us forget quietly. Let us be. The fall of leaves will speed up time, And you will kill the flowers. You must have been loyal to me. I probably don't always. You'll say quietly, "I'm tired." It's hardly anyone's fault. There's no one to blame for this pain. No one to be executed in the morning. A red-hot sword on the battlefield was abandoned by A warrior who went for a walk. Tell me, what can we see In life? Maybe a bunch of flowers or the judgment of Man over man. Maybe a devilish battle I'll watch Ahead. The path is far, the path is long. Waiting ahead. Only in the sky, the sparks No longer lit for us.