Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
This is a beautifully rendered piece, full of vivid images...
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall