Cosmic dust,
run around the cloudless sky.
Angelic voices,
Sublime with the silent night.

Oleic vocalist of Ibredeic origin,
spin macho skulls like some bottles of dry gin.
Lanky keyboardist of jeremic extraction,
blends those notes to audience satisfaction.

Bees buzz in their budding hive,
preparing to fly away some sunny night.
Trapped in a summer,
no space to run further.

loosing those strings,
built by camp stings.
Drowns those feelings,
in the ocean of friendship.

Don't run to a stranger,
Just to have a taste of life outside the manger.
Don't forget years of shared hopes and strives,
Just for the promise of a ride
or nuptial flight.