Novead
It getting better, no! , not on myside
I buried my pains deep in my inside
You won't see head bowed in the streets
My tears are sore they ain't like sweets
But I learn to bathe myself in agony
I'm a distuned harp, I've got no symphony

You won't find me sighing like you belief
I learnt to write and write for relief
My pen might shake as I remember
The dark days counting from November
But I hold my high swinging it sideways
And you think I'm strong all days?

No! I still often fall at Golgota in tears
I sit in her memories with no fears
Of losing the peace of sanity
Ain't I a victim of brutality?
Yes, I've gotten several lashes of pain
Yes, I saw her sway and her life was slain


Most times I remember it rained all night
Heavens were deep and dark out of sight
It was an agony no time for goodbye
Unfortunately she kissed the world bye
Now they say she lives inside me
Now they say she never left me


I sing the alphaville's forever young
You know when she died she was young
She never dwelt to enjoy her teen
Precisely, she never made it to eighteen
It's hard to get over, without a fight
She fought through with all her might


And now I've been hard at counting
This time is a turmoil of mind no weeping
I'm a man? I must face that dead month?
I must bear the pain as I close my mouth
She fell off her balance in November
It's a reality, I wish I'll never remember


© Damdelz