cherub
Bluelighter
If tryng to make the world stop
Stop for just a few seconds,
Is suppose to making me lost
Then i am there.
To spare the heart of past
To make the future more present
Is a journey forlonged
And yet not forgotten
But now brought here
Of my own doing
Going back to dance with the devils
Pay the respect to the whore and theives
Ones that still have no clue
The treasures they stoled
or
The souls they have taken
To sit by the sea under the stars
Listen to the waves
Calm the essence of your own soul
A time when a heart had a soul
Swim in the emotions of
stories yet to be told
and ending with new beginnings
romancing with idealisms
laughing at the purgatory thoughts
Finding a new realm to move
in this world lost on stupidity
of our own essentiality
The world never seems to stop
not even for a few seconds
Stop for just a few seconds,
Is suppose to making me lost
Then i am there.
To spare the heart of past
To make the future more present
Is a journey forlonged
And yet not forgotten
But now brought here
Of my own doing
Going back to dance with the devils
Pay the respect to the whore and theives
Ones that still have no clue
The treasures they stoled
or
The souls they have taken
To sit by the sea under the stars
Listen to the waves
Calm the essence of your own soul
A time when a heart had a soul
Swim in the emotions of
stories yet to be told
and ending with new beginnings
romancing with idealisms
laughing at the purgatory thoughts
Finding a new realm to move
in this world lost on stupidity
of our own essentiality
The world never seems to stop
not even for a few seconds
