Crying
late at night as the full moon sings,
We are
still alive, but never did exist,
As the
world becomes hollow, while we swim with our wings,
To the
ocean of tomorrow, straight from the wish list.
Smile
with your frown, now look what you’ve done,
It’s so
beautiful; it’s the glow of your nightmare,
Just a
waste of time, don’t walk, now run,
Heading
to the right way, but went there, elsewhere.
Do not
listen to me, but please lend me your ears,
Shoot
the cross with a bow, and pray for fairness,
Before
the hole and the stone, after all those years,
The
stars will just shine, and the dark is still endless.
Are you
sure of what you’re doing, when life is tragic?
‘Cause
it’s just an accident, said the heroic antagonist,
But
there’s an explanation, close your eyes, it’s magic,
Then
after the finish line, you have to chase what you’ve risked.
It’s a
mountain of rivers, and the judge is holy,
It is
quite natural to be called infamous,
When
the water dries-up, what’s left for me?
Just
cut the strings and find out who’s being used.
Written by: Seb Calaguas
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