Paradise In Me
wonderlight
Wonderlight
Your face is trembling across the sky
In your dreamlike spirit
Your heaven plays the music of whispered wind
It is the symphony of thirsty wisdoms
Unearthed in the unmanly hours
A tall shadow across your world's road
Tries to listen the sound in the neon haze
And the city sleeps in his back pocket
In their miniature dreamhouses.
The madness begun when the sun rose
It was blind without the stained glasses on your wall
the graffittis on the wall were fading
Circles and squares and figures of hopes
In black and red and blue and yellow shades
Names of some forgotten saint
Some forgotten love and betrayals
Some friendship and gingerbread men in their suits.
There is a green field a few trees and flowers too
A few children throwing their smiles
Jumping for the sky landing on the grass
And smokes from every life covering the facades
Picture frames carry the memoirs of some days
A rose a golden sun a blue sea with seashells
Catching butterflies smiling faces singing voices
The meaning of need changes with season
A li'l bit life catches cold shivering on the lone street
There is a home for everyone with someone to return to
Coming back for good in warm hearts and warm beds
Watching a world locked in a different world
remembering the feeling for the first touch of despairs.
Breaking sunlight pulls the cover on your world
Its time to hide in the blinding lights
We will burn the sky to dream for the romance
An incubus of love and hate kept in mothballs
Pinned on our salted walls with pricetags
Chained to our soul looking for another rent
Groundhitting just before turning into shadows
Forgetting about moments of the killer borns
Carrying the venom to your heaven looking for faith
Hopeless selfless sleepless dysfunctions
The drawing of a paradise burns for the warm touch.
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