Write that down

Write that down
Write that down on paper...
Say everything that is stuck
In your throat
Hidden deep inside your heart
Lost in your brain
But it gives no rest to your soul
You have to leave the past on paper
To be free to love and live your
Life and be happy.
If you do that
You will sleep in a river of clouths
In a deep blue sky remebering
When everything was shining wall
Around you
For a short period
In your childhood...
Maybe you can find
That peace and that shine again
Write that down,
Write that down on  paper...


                                                                                                       
                                                                                                    Monsieur Bon Aire

P.S - Monsieur Bon Aire a étudié en Angleterre et écrit parfois en anglais.