Dec 2020
But in the late hours owned by colourful minds, I sit and wonder if my songs will ever have a purpose of their own, I sit and wonder wether my waltz with words touched someone's blue soul, I sit and wonder wether there will ever be a star that can guide me through my sea of fallen wings from misjudged angels
Dear moon, are you hearing my serenade?
Dear sun, where have you gone, lost in the faults of my past?
Dear stars, every night i swim through my thoughts making my way to you, oh won't you guide me to the constellation of my future that seems to be blurred by pieces ripped out of my heart?
Dear sky, won't you be as sweet as to part your grey clouds and show me a golden sun at least one more time before the wind takes me to a sorrowful violet finale?
Dear moon, are you hearing my serenade?
Dear sun, where have you gone, lost in the faults of my past?
Dear stars, every night i swim through my thoughts making my way to you, oh won't you guide me to the constellation of my future that seems to be blurred by pieces ripped out of my heart?
Dear sky, won't you be as sweet as to part your grey clouds and show me a golden sun at least one more time before the wind takes me to a sorrowful violet finale?
