Your name expels my lips
Eyes set forward facing the clouds
That overcome the sky on this day
In distant dreams i see some colors heaven is in the way I try to explain
Sounding blue in melancholy shades
What's the bondage of youth she whispers
On a journey to speak only truth from deceitful years behind me in pages not blank but filled with time I rewrote with lies
Turning pages to find the truth like a gran of sand in forgotten times stolen from the arms of babies whose mothers loose their minds cryptic to natures course in glasses made of wine and pipes that love the taste of lips more than I do mine