Are Looking At Me

TIRED EYES

      Tired eyes are looking at me,
      passing on the edge of time,
      knocking at the doors of unforgiven,
      whispering through the sleepess night.


            Tired eyes among many other sights,
            crawling into the endlessness of past,
            and with lonely spirits calling my name
            I'm wandering in the maze of betrayed trust.


                  Tired eyes of my own unhappyness,
                  seeking for an answer among stars,
                  wishing to solve neversolved misteries,
                  I'm lost in flames of everlasting fires.