Last true

Last true

I'm not fool but I'm felling a empity skull
I want tell you what I knew and what I feel.
Isn't true that I couldn't do this in a common way,
Just this is not my saying, it's my pray.

I have to do this without a mistake, as a law;
We can be our best confidents at all.
On the other side, I will fall
In this mantrap once for ever
And I never want to be a hidden man
With a feeling besides my brain
Keep suffering under the skin
For you.

For your safety and agreement
That we can found the judgment
Of the most truly voice: the heart.
Let's start what do not have a end
And finish what also cannot demand
A stroke to a heart in a cage.

I want you, with your fellings, spelling and true.
This new-soul winds will lead me back to you
And the windmill give me the lack as the tool
To the hope.
My last feel(ing) that only you can fullfill.

Yuri CAvour





p.s.read as: 'feeling' interchanged by 'fuel' or 'feel' (+ING)