Death in youth is the
worst thing in life.
Shadows, night falls
Like a wounded lamb.
Young blood, runs
cold
Tides that rush the
land.
Someone looks out the
window in the dark,
Out there, is there
anyone who knows?
Sister moon, her love
blooms under your light; tonight.
Blue light, did you
come into my room?
Sleepwalk, and I woke
clawing at your name…
Sleeptalk you call
me from far above;
Out there, is where
an angel shouldn’t go.
Sister moon, her love
blooms under your light; tonight.
Out there is where, I
wish you well.
Out there is where,
you and I die.
Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 1994
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