We seem small under the same stars
Underneath the balcony and the dying bride
A lonely shore, a sight to behold
Where only once I got to see my dreams
**I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago**
Think of me in moments of contentment
In sceneries only bare in their sincerity
Silvery drawn, perfectly composed
The first star of fall within a foreign shade
**I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago**
Taint my skies in black and blue
Sometimes dear noughts turn into nothing
**I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago**
©2018, Adrian Betz
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
We seem small under the same stars
Underneath the balcony and the dying bride
A lonely shore, a sight to behold
Where only once I got to see my dreams
**I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago**
Think of me in moments of contentment
In sceneries only bare in their sincerity
Silvery drawn, perfectly composed
The first star of fall within a foreign shade
**I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago**
Taint my skies in black and blue
Sometimes dear noughts turn into nothing
**I see you, I see you
Through my cradle bars
As a prisoner I’m calling upon you
Why wary
Why obsessed with stories
Written with empty words so long ago**
©2018, Adrian Betz
