Men see patterns in the stars since the ancient times, but to look at the sky often makes us forget to behold the ground
Oh Hear me, shining mother star, give me some light in the starry night, shine...
Give me a sign and I'll fly far away from these ghosts of the weakness
They run after me, hunt my dreams, eternal fiction or tragedy ?
The time is stopped, the silence in a drop...
A fragment of sky has fallen into the wood, a fragment of sky lost by a God
Cold fire in my hands, watching the light, I wish to be saved by the grace
But I am not, is this logical ? As sure as the day comes after the night
There are wolves everywhere, but thanks to holy grace, there are goats too hidden by the forest on fire. Wolf's tears are falling stars. In the sky shine a new light, reflection of the sun in the third eye