I was a inert, idle doll
Head full of dust
Made of cement
and sparkle and unrequited love

Someone came and kissed my pain
kissed all of my cold away
The forces of nature met on my chest
setting fire to the old state
God is watching from afar

I love to burn every night and day
I am not dead, I will live to death
The fire got ignited
must mean something else!

And the pain and the desire
meet at your place
My heart got entranced on the things you gave
But they were not yours
They were mine all the time
I just have to recollect the harvest and
claim it mine

Am I ready for this next step?
The more I run I feel more scared
Can I make it? Are my metal legs squeaking again?
When is one ever ready for the big stuff
to leave the comfort of the room
to fight demons that keep you down
to claim your portion of the world!

It doesn't work that way.
World claims itself. All it takes
is a night staring at the sky
with eyes open wide
and you will be able to feel
the rhythm, the melody inside