A Quiet Home

The winter has come unfold
And began settling down
Among the old trees
And soundlless as dust
So quietly and strong
As the moon on the seas
The memory throws its fragments of rust
Blurring now
So blurring now
Dark in a quiet home
The night has revealed
Staring from a fading wall
The loneliest bride
In need of a harbor now
In this unfamiliar place
Among the trashed outside
Where were wholly revealed
So blurring now
So blurring now
As we open our eyes
Only we see
The lies are frozen
Fall aimlessly
In the mountains so high
There we feel free