Barefoot On Sunrays - Autumnblaze

Dreams or caves

Just something to forget myself

Blind or deaf

Or something worse to bear the nights

Afternoon

We’re sitting at the table

Lights are dimmed

No windows in the dining room

I try to think of funny days

We’re walking barefoot on sunrays

Mother’s mute

She’s weeping at a lonely place

Mad and dark

This house is like a grave

I try to think of funny days

We’re walking barefoot on sunrays

Yearning for the flight

Yearning for a weightless flight