[Feather's Song]

In my memories you are painted with gold

all reflective and unable to keep holding on

like leaves of maple trees in October 

I am my own obsession

self existence and a hollow,

branded being

life is from above and grounded.

Repeating the same things

and wondering why you aren't gone already

as by now they have always left

Would it be so that you won't be

fading away.

Please don't let this be One Day

I could not take it, let's just

say what we mean and what we

really want and face it,

this could be it, the best it of it all.

tutto questo è tuo, 

                              bElla dOnna