Under the moon that shadows a thousand streets,
Harbouring
our secrets out of temptations reach -
The lost illusions among the darkness they hide in:
The wandering silhouettes
whom the broken confide in.
In luring the desperate they will promise the stars,
Torn
down at dawn so we don't see the scars.
Demanding a glance of the one I'd call mine
Hidden from vision by that great
thief we call Time.
Through the echoes from the hills to the shadows in the
grass;
Under dark shades of tears, along their furrowed falling path;
In the solemnity of prayer and the dignity of
peace;
The circle of life in perpetual decrease.
As the pendulum that swings, defying the law
Of gravity
until man upsets it's core;
So, temporarily can man reality betray,
Still the rules of death must he obey.
