You, the one who lost the silver hope
the one who sold the only thing that owned.
Nothing fills the hollow blindness in it
You tried to escape from that obnoxious dream.

No white light dwells in your gaze, nor your hands.
A whisper fades in the wind.
A black restless sighs rings your fantasies,
Bird that flew so far away never got the chance.

The not knowing present won't build the fate
That you put in your impossible wills, maybe
A bumblebee will feed up your hunger, yesterday
As longing the golden prize of your own life.