How come my heaven isn’t my sorrow,
as my thoughts have resembled my reality.
Where I slowly wander alone in the narrow
I fight until my rising soul would foresee.
Here I have peace with mother earth
as she would dance with my lordly.
Behold my satin birds, white as snow,
as they flee with my lost sea.
In the wind I smell my freedom
therefore, I wish for a never ending story.
But what beholds my pain
Would waltz with ghosts and glory.
So please, take me home, a home I remember,
for I have no more time for my crematory.
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