A story to tell...

A story to tell.
Not as a lie, but as a tale.
As when the woods, the owls, the clouds,
They all gathered around to dance.

A confession, a secret, a phrase,
The reason of this heart's pace.
As when the fierce rivers were in love,
All in fear, at night, to the moon.

Then there was a kid,
So deaf, so dumb, so blind,
That he thought that earth's wisdom,
Was to make of love all his reasons.

But he never listened to the trees,
Read to the clouds, ask to the moon.
He only learned from his dreams, his lies, his tales,
A cruel love story of loses and deaths.

So, as he walks trough the night,
He chants an hymn to his muses,
He begs for the pity of their roses,
He dies as he bled his hopes away.