fear of the verse sometimesIt is like you activate a diverThat goes to the deepest cavesWhat I have drownedMutilatedMutedIn the course of timeWhat if the current is too muchAnd divingI can not find my way back.

I loved him Waiting for himI loved him seriously and sincerelyIn that waiting I grew oldPeople then didn't see my ageBut now wrinkles are visible they are thinking I am oldHow a son sees his mother as she agesHow...