Ballads

Counter-time There is no us now If you ask me There no space or time For us There is just what two foolish Young teens Hoped and dared to become once. I’ve got the feeling that you look behind Towards what was yesterday You do not listen to what they say: “That what you got you got The rest is gone.” There is no corner Willing our story It is just empty piece of life. The dreams we had once To dry the oceans I’ve got no words To voice them now. There is nobody To will to stop now And to embrace love stories From the past. About two young teens Their age of glory, And what they have been once.