The keys I once carried inside of my pocket Got lost when I was walking Towards that world everybody talks about, that is, The world everybody lives in.
Looking upward towards the sky- I could see many otherβs shadows-alive, and Contrasting with the clarity of the horizon.
Rainbows, sunlight and moonlight- And the trillions of stars above Would sometimes enlighten their universe, While my own shadow was lost someplace In a graveyard at the foot of the mountains-
Oh, to capture a ray of sunlight- or to grasp Even the moonlight or that never abating starlight Would be my fondest dream. I would wish upon one of those stars To grant me a life to live, if not only some peace of mind-
However the keys that would unlock the door To the world that everyone speaks of- oh, so vast and endless- May have been lost in my own shadows of despair.
As I wish upon that magical star- I can close my eyes and fantasize That someday my spirit shall pass and I shall awaken from the lifelong nightmare through which I had lived-
I would find myself reborn amidst that brilliant and mystical star Very much alive, far from atop those mountains scraping the sky. I would realize that the world so many people open their eyes to every single day Just to view some sunlight is often overshadowed by clouds, bleakness and misfortune.
While being part of a constellation of stars- Even when my eyes are closed, there shall always Be light shining through any dense fog that may surround me I could find a very special key towards a fortune of my own, Where I would be alone with nothing to fear- as I have found the kingdom of my dreams.