Red

A shining orange sunset sinks down the sky.

I'm left without a name and without a care.

But if tomorrow's sun should rise and fall without a single word,

then the days thereforth shall forever be your own.

But why should I have in mind to speak to someone I don't know?

Fewer and fewer grow my hours in this place.

I don't have much to say but I think I've said it all

and nothing remains but a farewell song.

A broken morning's sky is filled with clouds.

I have thoughts that I'm afraid to say out loud.

I'm still playing with notes but I have no words to speak:

these days shall forever be your own.