Assemblance

Hopes and dreams sparkle in the night sky
I want to become part of all the wonder don't me deny
We are slaves on this planet to the power of the Sun I sigh
A planet once more dangerous than a human could be made old eye
Identity is a piece of plastic moulded by the man and we struggle to understand the confusion between evil and why angels do cry
To leave this place with no reason but for fornication and the spread of what we think life should be and still have no comprehension but to try
Flickering embers are all that's left of this world and soon the smell of death and angels take the fortunate ones to a celestial high.