Essence of life
as a weed living in the shades
abscence of light
blind's doomed fate
Conscience awake
uncountinuous search for the truth
while the sky's as grey
as grey as it's huge
Not the stronges mind
nor the faithful beliefs
even still searching for his own
his own will to live
The bluest's piano drama
can't relate the entangled thoughts
the darkest's night in April
would light his way a lot
Sculpture of awe
like dust covering a stone
as long as the wind bloom it away
the rain will wash away the hope
Leaving the dreams to the hands of time
like Saturn's rings will fade away
as long as time keep on killing things
his fate will lead him astray
As he tries to forget his scars
like a child who fears the dark
the fear's joy to feed it grows
as the why to the because
Clock's cruelty
while he join the hands
sitting there in eternity
waiting for anything to make him strive
It's on his shoulders
distance becomes so far
sky grows higher
and he feel nearest the ground
You'll never fly, Azure boy
for your feets at least are in this earth
this sadness universe, a blue world
your sky is blue, you see it that way
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