So I founded myself deep in space, but without a ship.
All the stars around me, waiting to close on me.
I didn't ask for an angel, just for a boat. They never
came.
No wings, no crowns, no engines, just emptiness.

Why am I here?
Where I am?
Is it something I did? or something I said?


Deep in space, they all gathered around.
Making an orbit, trying to be a star.
Blue, white and green they danced. Forming nothing to air.
I tried to join in. They reject me. I was only gray.

Why am I here?
Where I am?
Is it something I did? or something I said?