A heart that doesn't know how to lie
A brain that can't stop
Fingers that obey the orders of the brain
Captured between a wall of rock and a wall of sand
Where the only way out is back or forth
Tires to know where to put faith and mistrust

Stories never lie, or?
The hand behind this pen
reaches for the tales
or the pile of endings
Carries a strong will of making it true
Only pushing is hard

A chest without rhythm is wrong
Like an orchestra without melody
"Strict raise helped the child"
"Tears won't go far"
Silence was heard from the room with the thick walls

Stories never lie, right?
The hand behind this pen reaches for the tales
or the pile of endings
Carries an urge of making it believable
Something cracks in the body of a child that goes missing