كلمات Shadows

There´s nothing in the ocean of conscience, Just shadows of thoughts that fly with wind, Shadows of a dark past. They are flashes of a past that come and go, With no time and no place. In the sky, the emptiness of these eyes. That reaches in the white clouds, the present, In the sunset, the future. At night, the silence so expected by a heart that feels the pain. A conscience of a present imprisioned, in a past that never existed. Just a illusion to calm the pain. My mind flies to a place out of the time. There´s a gate between the beggining and the end, The time is separated by the times. Something that grows up, but can´t see the time has passed. A conscience of a present imprisioned, in a past that never existed. Just a illusion to calm the pain... And never will come back... In the sky, the emptiness of these eyes. That reaches in the white clouds, the present, In the sunset, the future. At night, the silence so expected by a heart that feels the pain. A conscience of a present imprisioned, in a past that never existed. Just a illusion to calm the pain