The Grey Beat

The skies are dropping.
Coming down with sad feelings
Reading to take my soul,
To catch me and flow.
And now i'm growing.

The skies is coming.
Touching my heart softly.
Leaving me into this place,
Where the music is full of grace.
Where I can be me, and totally.

Come the grey day.
Turn the sky skyless.
Come to get this noise,
And let this sweet voice.
And the voice voiceless.

The Drum is the Base.

The Drum and Bass.

Guilherme Euripedes