my days are cloudy filled with thunder, my thoughts
are sad, filled with rain, my lost and lonely whispers
are drifting somewhere, travelling on the emotion
of a soul in need of time
somewhere on a distant backroad in her beautifull mind
a mind I so much care for, somewhere, out of reach
out of range on the edge of time
where the days are cloudy, filled with thunder
and my lost, lonely whispers, voicing their regret
of losing a beatifull mind, out of range, beyond my reach
somwhere on a distant backroad, on the edge of time
(c) JR. 2026