It shatters again, and a million pieces will cover the sky,
it shatters again, but what's once after a thousand more?
It shatters again, without a heard sound it should die,
but who cares, a lesson never learned, as always, as before.
Sunsets, clouds dipped in light and blood set my world right,
high tides, rage of the waves at sea, would comfort my soul,
winds in face, sand storms will keep me standing at full sight,
but who dares, to walk the fury and the blazing road in a stroll?
I am, all the reasons, all the conditions, that created me,
I am, all the illogical, all the madness, all the darkness white,
I am, that distanced dream, that eagle that roams the sky free,
but I accept, my ill-destined path, my eternal silence plight.
