The big sky is grey
Tis a burst of dim light ray
O what a glum day

it is either obsession or indifference

Hold my hands, look into me and see the truth.

Meet me in the deepest part of the glowing forest.

If your heart is there, next of Gondolin, the same as mine.

How beautiful the stars to shine atop our heads.

Like the crowns of old. As the glowing trees ignite your eyes.

As mine have glistened at this very thought.

Perhaps to meet you there at all,

Would make my heart glow as a Silmaril.

For not even I know when this glow was crafted.

Formed out of the unknown and the song.

I wait for you.

Though to Varda your eyes,

And Yavanna your heart may forever belong.

Gasping for air
Cause everything was grey

Surrounded by the locos
Pretending like its okay

Walking forward
Searching for a new day

Tell me something
Something about your pray

Am I lost
Or it's just sorrow

Is there hope
Cause I see nothing for tomorrow

Not in the dark
But still I'm scared

Where's the love
Nor the forgiveness

Am I disqualified
To ask for kindness

Will my Lord listen
Cause these sins they're so black

The cloud's lullaby is a lyre
echoing with sweet sadness.
The roses are embraced by a blanket
of clouds.
Of love.
Of need.
Of want.