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.
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