Wandering souls in he land of emptiness
despair, lost, loneliness
blood flowing and sees no end
detached, harsh, terror
here i am
struggling to break free
the soil cracks and left me with broken wings
i keep falling
down into the deepest green
no heaven near or within
i keep hearing
the sun who laughs at me
saying, " my dear, you're just a puppet with no spirit
with strings tied, bounded hands and feet
fighting off, yes
freedom, love, dreams
yet living with only broken wings
truth, darkness will creep in,
leaving you under the cold blue moon
death will step in
you'll die with no one to weep
no change will be brought to breathe
you'll be forgotten, distorted
dreams are for fools and fools only."