With hollow claims of a life
I asked for moon from the sky
And the stars that came by
Riding on the chariot
Of the moonbeam I dreamt
Lay scattered over this path
as my fingers failed
And my feet stayed glued
I sit silent
my head resting
on sounds of castles
erected on water
That never flew in rivers
From the land of my survival
And the sky whispred
You need to be born
Yet again…
I asked for moon from the sky
And the stars that came by
Riding on the chariot
Of the moonbeam I dreamt
Lay scattered over this path
as my fingers failed
And my feet stayed glued
I sit silent
my head resting
on sounds of castles
erected on water
That never flew in rivers
From the land of my survival
And the sky whispred
You need to be born
Yet again…
