Faces in the night
Shadowed by thoughts
Running wild
Like a child
Holding out a flower
To an dying old man
On an empty street
Where they have nothing to feed
Wildest of wildest dreams
Where do you stay..slay?
Once it was said
Upon a land far far away
Wildest of the coldest night
And yet the face of the moon
It shines so bright
Giving all cold some light
And warms them up
Feeling awakened and alive
Just to find thee
Oh flower of flowers
By my side
Slide
Oh do let it slide
The sun and the moon
For them being oh so bright
If words cannot touch a man
Then what will
It’s like sailing on a boat searching for art
Being escorted by a flock of birds
Oh beautiful larks
Thy sounds resonates the earth i walk on
They bleed
They scream
And yet they can do nothing about it
And I just walk on
The path I take is long
Bare with me my child
Bare it with me
Soon it will be
And it will always be
Why,
Never again
Never will this come unsuspecting to me again
These feelings of freedom
And entrapment
All in one
Solid staged entertainment
Where all of us will wear our mask
And pretend were the king of the dance
Controlling our desires
At the peak
And still stay
Oh so smooth sailing ever
In the sea
The sea of the lost art.
