A long walk in a strange city

Moon was out and lights were bright,
Shops were crowded full of people,
Walking on a busy road in a strange city,
Searching for something, it's you and me.

Tired of the day but night's even longer.
Find we must that, that we deeply yearn.
Hungry we may be, thirsty we may be,
nothing else matters, 'cause it's you and me.

The world's staring at us, is it the attire?
Haven't they seen any in a jeans and tee?
But the region is known for orthodoxy.
We don't care, do we, you and me?

And when we found the store very very far
we shared the treat, was it made of wheat?
Sharing our lives, all that is sour and sweet
Looking into each other's eyes, were you and me.
Looking at that past, in our memories, were you and me.
Looking into future, in dreams and life, are you and me.

Dark of Unreason

It is not the sharpest sword
that makes the deepest wound,
Nor the new moon the darkest night;
Not even the damning words
of the harshest critic
can mute a voice!

There is no pain greater
no night darker  
no silence deafening
than when a man aims onto his own,
shuts his eyes - blinds the truth,
and accepts unreason as fate.