Forbidden Memories

Weather was fine that day

No one gets by as they say

Freedom is at the edge of mind

As long as you are not that kind

Forbidden memories 

Childhood nightmares

Of those kind hands

That cuddled our hairs

Forbidden memories

Childhood nightmares

Of burning afternoons

And lonely mornings

Weather was bad that day

I just wanted to get away

Freedom is not on that side

Lossing souls on stranger s ride

Forbidden memories 

Childhood nightmares

Of those kind hands

That cuddled our hairs

Forbidden memories

Childhood nightmares

Of burning afternoons

And lonely mornings.

Mihailo Radosavljevic