Walking Through Bruises
Walking though the
footsteps of yesterdays bruises
Blue running though my
veins, it stains and infuses,
Reminding me that I am
the result of all the days
I've left behind and
journeyed through this maze.
Les blues
sont imprimé sur ma peau comme des tatouages
Les
échelles monte de plus en plus haut, étage sur étage,
Et encore
ils sont la, les bleus d'hier me regarde,
Sans
savoir changer, me laisser partir, prendre l'écarte.
Stop.
The clock stopped on this story a long time ago,
These
footsteps are mine and they shine on my new show.
Stop. I
was asked to stop, take time, reflect and think,
One stride
connects to another completing the missing link.
French verse translation
The
bruises are printed on my skin like tattoos
The ladder
goes higher and higher, level upon level,
And still
they are there, yesterday's bruises look at me,
Without
knowing how to change, or letting me go, or stepping away.
Due to current internet access I am unable to upload all the work in progress pictures... I will do this at a later date.
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