At the end of my tiredness... I am powerless against you with words My words only have taste, tone, rhythm and trust while you have everything You're rich, live in a palace with gaping fences The wall between us is thick, steel, full of stairs I'm tired of playing with words I'm tired of blowing the wind on the leaves Who has no soul trough I still remember your promise You said we would meet every full moon Kissing caressing my heart gently 👇