As the sky of black,
burnishes the blue,
craving in the mixing hew,
a pot of colour, swirling 'round,
heading slowly t'wards the ground.
A glint of blade,
in the evening fade,
a reed woven sheath to go,
oh, perilous so.
As the rising ball,
the burning flame,
interacts with the moonlight, forming a wall,
the seamless reign of the gods.
It intertwines,
like a creeping vine,
forming the morning sky.
Why oh why?
Must the world go round,
without a sound,
no warning for what is to come?
Why oh why,
must I say goodbye,
to those I love?
As they rise above,
I try to think clear,
but the pain soon turns into fear.
As I touch the leather hilt,
I ask myself within,
Is my flower ready to wilt,
Or am I committing a sin?
My experienced paw,
longs to explore,
and to end the torturing pain.
But again I ask, what would I gain,
and if I should refrain.
Why oh why,
does the sky turn black,
and my lifeline slacks,
as I await the dawn,
my heart with mourn,
will I ever be set free?
Why oh why,
as I ask the sky,
are they there, where they want to be?
Will I see the light, will I hack away at my tree?
Will I end the branch, and let my leaves drop,
is this the time to harvest this crop?
As the noontide sun,
will my feelings run,
freely for the one last time?
Will I understand,
why I actually ran,
from what I could have done?
Why oh why,
must I want to fly,
to soar, not to cry,
and for once deny,
what fate has planned for me?
Why oh why,
do I know I lie,
why do I even try,
to deceive myself from what is right,
try to blind my own sight,
and to banish myself from this world?
Like the noontide sun,
should I let my blood run,
or stay within my own bounds?
Beneath the cloudless skies,
and shed the tears I cry,
let them slowly dry,
with the pain?
Would they really agree,
should I set myself free?
From the pain in my life,
from the misery?
But my mind starts to clear,
as the stars start to shine,
I will banish my fear,
I will claim what is mine!
So I let drop the steel,
and my paws I still feel,
and I sheath the deadly blade,
as the moon starts to fade,
and the dawn starts to rise once again.
burnishes the blue,
craving in the mixing hew,
a pot of colour, swirling 'round,
heading slowly t'wards the ground.
A glint of blade,
in the evening fade,
a reed woven sheath to go,
oh, perilous so.
As the rising ball,
the burning flame,
interacts with the moonlight, forming a wall,
the seamless reign of the gods.
It intertwines,
like a creeping vine,
forming the morning sky.
Why oh why?
Must the world go round,
without a sound,
no warning for what is to come?
Why oh why,
must I say goodbye,
to those I love?
As they rise above,
I try to think clear,
but the pain soon turns into fear.
As I touch the leather hilt,
I ask myself within,
Is my flower ready to wilt,
Or am I committing a sin?
My experienced paw,
longs to explore,
and to end the torturing pain.
But again I ask, what would I gain,
and if I should refrain.
Why oh why,
does the sky turn black,
and my lifeline slacks,
as I await the dawn,
my heart with mourn,
will I ever be set free?
Why oh why,
as I ask the sky,
are they there, where they want to be?
Will I see the light, will I hack away at my tree?
Will I end the branch, and let my leaves drop,
is this the time to harvest this crop?
As the noontide sun,
will my feelings run,
freely for the one last time?
Will I understand,
why I actually ran,
from what I could have done?
Why oh why,
must I want to fly,
to soar, not to cry,
and for once deny,
what fate has planned for me?
Why oh why,
do I know I lie,
why do I even try,
to deceive myself from what is right,
try to blind my own sight,
and to banish myself from this world?
Like the noontide sun,
should I let my blood run,
or stay within my own bounds?
Beneath the cloudless skies,
and shed the tears I cry,
let them slowly dry,
with the pain?
Would they really agree,
should I set myself free?
From the pain in my life,
from the misery?
But my mind starts to clear,
as the stars start to shine,
I will banish my fear,
I will claim what is mine!
So I let drop the steel,
and my paws I still feel,
and I sheath the deadly blade,
as the moon starts to fade,
and the dawn starts to rise once again.