Untitled - Feelings

On the sea-bathed mountain,
I lay, all alone.
I look down the bottom,
But no one around,
Just feelings inside me, their home.

They sleep and they wake.
They fly and they fall;
Collapse like a wall,
They fall and they break.

My feelings are people.
They just live in me
Like any other being.
They breath and they eat,
They walk by their feet,
But they broke.
They fell on the ground,
Cause you didn't hold them for me.
So they lived with no help.
And died with no sound;
No one to hear them,
Cause they felt always lonely.

Life is like that:
You live and you die.
But life for some feelings,
Is kind'a hard to get.
So after they're dead,
You cannot just cry,
You have to hope and try
To make them ressurect,
And never let them tell you
Words that say good-bye.