We are all made of dreams We all want to touch the sky And find our ‘why’ But we have our excuses For one, the sky is too high Or the laws of nature are a complete lie.
A blooming bud Tight and closed Your touch is so soft But it is ignored.
I do not write for the world But the world whispers to me A faint little murmur For it to be told and be free.
In the dim moonlight Below the heaven’s eyes She danced and danced On the streets that lay by Trying to change her sad destiny Into the fairy clouds of beauty.
