Taming the fire, sometimes it is so hard to see;
Hurt, pain, misery,
Rambling on day by day; he only wishes he can find a way.
Over time he still searches through this decaying Earth;
Universe is still within his reach,
Gravity will soon stop existing.
Hope is there through all he deprives.
His mystical eyes tell the greatest illustrious stories.
I can see pass all in which he hides, there is so much more than what meets the eye.
Spaces between a dream and reality,
Echoes franticly, which road will become more apparent?