Esprit Flying

From stars we've fallen, Following a trip of destination secret. Conspiracy of Universe In an endless course. Some choices own mysterious terms. Yet, thousands of golden signatures Brought us in fields of a land Earthen and wet. We walk these paths of pebbles With human steps, Shapes formed for a purpose divine. Out of this body, This shield We search our alter ego Resembling to a half moon profile, Trying to grasp the lost gold. Our hands, carved and stoned Holding years of gratitude and flaws, Yet there are so empty! Our feet, stuck to a road reaching to a dead end Never learned to fly. The unreachable sky we stare, Creating Myths about Gods who passed and died, Deceiving rain and snow with a mind Promising but always defective. Are we the secrets of a divine reason Not yet revealed? The aces in a game fixed? Through oblivion we survive, If only one remembered, in what world would we live? And we balance between catastrophe and evolution Stars with a trembling light in nights of temptation. Out of this body, this earthen invention There is a truth seeking it's glory There is a story seeking it's chronicle There is divinity seeking spirits of purity. Esprit flying, forming blue, red, yellow, black and white From the start In a world where the last judgement awaits. A redemption for the soul's trip. The endless journey we find and condemn, A distribution we pass with divine hands.