The numbers of the years
I know
The drifting dust
Painting colours on my past
The pain of innocence
Dropping by the stone
It’s my soul that is gone
The numbers of the years
Telling my life
To the future that I’ll never see
For steps of empty body
Burning from the inside
There’ is nothing left to be
I do not measure darkness
By the absence of happiness
But by its voices
That whisper me to be the stone
yeah,the numbers of the years are getting more…
hope I don't inspire you to a dark lyrics…even this one is very good dark!;-)