The sky is lonely as I am
and he never falls
so why do I step into trouble
everytime I dream?

I dream far up above
and my soul reaches the light
so weak as my steps
so blind as fear.

And the light is an old man
that holds the key to joy
but his tears have made a river
of saddest waters.

Gleaming beard of wisdom
give me your approval,
grab my soul into your demise
and take it to purgatory.

I am lonely as the sky
and poor as the desert
and I am so tired...
I am falling again...