In the Arms of Night
In the arms of night
My eyes asleep but my mind plays pictures of their own
I try to forget these things and take me back to when I used to roam
Then I realize that life is just a recurring circle like a sea around a planet eroding part of what was its very home
I create a place of no distraction but what I see is a land without concrete and marble stone
There's no riches or less of something that people want to own
Then I can sleep underneath the stars knowing who we really are just travellers on a road that's richer for being unknown.
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