I walk on the side-lines of the memory
The one which haunts me
I walk on the pavements of
the memory
The one which taunts me
I walk on the
downtrodden path
Of my sins and my deed
I have in my store the
unholy grain
From which no one I can feed
I have my hands
shivering
And eyes wet
I have my heart racing
And palms in sweat
I have all that I
Never wanted to have
I got all of it
For I trusted for a while
Her smile was it?
Her eyes was it?
Was it her face?
Her gracious glaze
Or was it about the figure?
The heart's trigger
Some say, it was the time
Not the first rain
Not the first train
Not the first shop we went
along
Not the chairs we waited to
sit
Not the trip we had to quit
Not the words we spoke of
others
Not the rainbows we filled
in the colours
It was the time?
Yet it was
For only it can run
At the pace to turn
The days into nights
The nights into days
The dates and the months
And the praise into pun
It was the time?
Yes it was
Neither me nor her
It was the time!!
Yes it was!!
