The sun crawls across the room
The raindrops intensify a sense of gloom
No serenity but very calm
The enemy with opened palm
They always said a sacrifice is needed
They always said success is conceded
Trying to dispel melancholy
Doing so irrationally
No face
No chase
No trace
Misplace
Always say see you there
It is a feeling quite rare
Never ask why
But never believe you can't fly.