I stand in air, looking back to what seems like yesterday
Locked inside the gates of my blind visions, lost memories.
Taken from the pieces on the ground, that lay sparse around.
Making you stand, be born, be the basic element of life
And then I sense the raw thoughts of your mind, flirting around
Making me desire more, like the thirst of lust or lack of faith
I see myself beneath, basic, terrene, just a piece among the chaos
Bringing my heart forward, and covering it in ice, inert.
And why you ask? Because of justice, because it was simply right
And like that, I handed myself in, for the inner, complex side.
I stand on earth, looking down to what seems like today
Locked inside the deal from life, the one that is fair
Taken from the walls around my soul that stand strong.
Making you kneel, exist, and be the basic form or life
And then I sense the urgent thoughts of your mind, holding me
Making me desire, like the thirst of inspiration and lack of luck
I see myself inside, locked, immobile, just a standing piece
Bringing my present self forward, and giving it another chance.
And why you ask? Because of hope, because it is simply necessary
And like that, I will hand in myself, the dreaming scarce side.
I stand on hope, looking up to what seems like tomorrow
Locked inside the fantasies, those that don’t exist.
And then I sense the beating heart of inspiration, calling me
Making me dream, like the thirst for freedom, for myself.
I see myself above, complete, real, just like I need to be
Bringing my spirit forward, and finally letting go.
And why you ask? Because I have to, because of who I am
And like that, I take the hand of time, and the dream slowly fades.
