Not a black hole,
But a horn will
Fulfill my oath,
Along this scorching road;
Inspired by such carefree eyes,
I arise my voice,
Through a silence that\'ll
Set free my word,
Across this colorful sea;
How many times do we
Strike to follow,
Such a promised land,
That is still afar?
How many times do we
Break our spine,
To get such a reward,
That\'s never enough?
Is it possible to look
Inside of us,
And find such a key,
That will open,
The gates of our treasure?
So peacefully, the life goes on,
Awaiting for someone to awake,
To their true fate;
So calmly, the hours pass on,
Whereas every minute symbolizes,
Everyone\'s desire;
In which no more tears are able,
to be wept,
And a laugh & a song are willing,
To console,
A grievous thorn.