Here I am again left in the shadows. I feel numbness. I could not feel my ablity to move. All I am into now is sit and mourn waiting for a final crush where i would be turned to pieces. When every teardrop resounds as it falls down, memories remakes its scene in my mind.
I could see a star as it shines brighter and soon enough it became the brightest of all. But in a sudden mismatch, the star dashed down into the darkness, into a world where no smiles are seen; where no laughter is heard. It is where we reach oblivion.
I could see a star as it shines brighter and soon enough it became the brightest of all. But in a sudden mismatch, the star dashed down into the darkness, into a world where no smiles are seen; where no laughter is heard. It is where we reach oblivion.
The star looks back at the imageless coast where no sun rises nor sets. As he looks across the horizon all he see are the wonderous souls seeking the same exi to the cradle they are in. But it appears the place was never a cradle it was a prison. As the star tries to set free the weights fastened to him, he fears the heavens left him alone. He heard no horns, no flapping of wings nor the harmony of music by angel voices.
The star was left to stand in its own. As the time passes by, the same glow that flattered a thousand fades into the melody of sorrow. The star lost hope that, soon, from that coast shall rise a new morning. He loses hope and takes an endless sleep until the heavens heeds his call...
