They talk about you but I\'ve never seen you, there is just a time when I cannot move.
No matter how hard I try I\'m incapable of reaching you, the only thing I know is the freedom when you move.
I\'ve heard whisper about you, each time I fall asleep. Then as soon as I\'m awake, there is a distant unease.
Even when I deluminate to my least, I see a constant silhouette in the mist. I can only imagine what it\'s like, looking from the other side.
I guess this is where we are children of the stars, as we can witness all of the balance from a far.