We seem small under the same stars
Underneath the balcony and the dying bride
A lonely shore, a sight to behold
Where only once I got to see my dreams

I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago

Think of me in moments of contentment
In sceneries only bare in their sincerity
Silvery drawn, perfectly composed
The first star of fall within a foreign shade

I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago

Taint my skies in black and blue
Sometimes dear noughts turn into nothing

I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago





©2018, Adrian Betz