Gray, Black and Blue

Might be ages, days, or months,
Walking down a hall,
With nothing else to breath,
Than just a couple shots of dreams.

With a heavy luggage,
Of pictures, laughs and tears,
with a small paper folded,
And melodies in your ears.

Start to play the song again,
Now you know, things are not
In the right place.

Old and with a long beard,
Your knees sored, and scratches
In your ears,
of desicions made, and things kept
Unsaid.

Everything gets to an end,
The sheets of the gray book,
Start to fade in some way,
The sun won't give any shade,
Warm or hate.

Things undone are kept like that,
There is no streght to make it back,
Without shine in the sky,
raindrops will always get dried .

Gray, black and blue,
Won't be other chance to make it through,
to cacht the time,
To Stop the clock
To fade and die