Being born into...

Cold blooded people with hearts of stone
ghosts of memories we once had
thousands of souls who only live to mourn
cling to the difference between good and bad

And who are we to question
the authenticity of the creation
of a fictive character
we don't know nor remember

And the sky cries softly
as angels break free
for that was the intention
of our savior-to-be

And how is it kept strong
in a world of right and wrong
lies and hatred below the surface
layers of stupidity and ignorance

And chasing dreams of joy
is more than just a task
all of us are fake and your
lovely face's a mask

I just want you to...

Tell me your secrets of warm summer nights
convince me that you honestly care
show me the magic of colors and sights
and the beauty of far mountain air.


08.05.06