It happens
every time the night comes
every time the shadow comes
it happens
every time the memories comes
every time the sorrow comes
and if I only can
just fall asleep and drift away
against the current of the time
all along the Shadow river
to disappear...and to dissolve
but it only becomes darker
and the rain is nipping along
roofs and roads
fallen off leaves
and the faint sound
of gray water flood
degraded trees silhouettes
degraded shadows
and it happens
every time you wish
to get back home
and the only thing've left
with my blessed sorrow
the shadows of the past
my endless damnation being alone
