I YEARN THOSE DAYS

Drenched in darkness, I see...

The Angel of the night's mist has returned,

To steal the present and the future from my hands.

The disappearance of my memories

Tears my feelings apart within my body.

The only thing left for my soul is a vanishing fog.

Anger, sadness, cries, and yells overcome my reason;

Something lacks, my heart has darkened.

Winter came to me, kneeling over the icy rocks,

I feel the pit in my being.

I could have prepared, but I ignore the so-soon future;

I only feel the chilling of the wind.

How I miss those glorious days!

When my heart was filled with the happiness of others,

The ones that were my brothers and sisters

Were stolen from the reach of my arms,

I only hope for the sun to shine again in my whole being,

Waiting for its mellow hugs.

The storm shall pass, and on the rock, I stand; victory shall come.

And if the Watchmaker has mercy on this broken piece,

I'll be able to see the ones whose hearts were on mine and mine in theirs.