Tell you the truth.

Just an old poem I made some years ago.

O well the day is ending,
so there is nothing i can do.
So in my reality... behind my desk
I wait for that morning dew.

O well the day is ending
and there is one thing i want to do.
In my reality i just; well, tell the truth
So from behind my desk
I will bring solace to you.

O well the end is here
and i am still alone.
The darkness fills the air
and silence fills the night

O well here I still am
waiting for that call
that never comes that never fills
that never have said a truth.

O well what can i do,
just from behinde my desk
but tell you the truth. {/center}