In the rain

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.