• Up in the obsidian sky
    Stars shining as if they were diamond dust,
    scattered along the sky.
    The sound of the wind
    sounds like a lullaby I could fall asleep to.
    Nothing but the sky and the earth between me,
    the cool air and warm earth,
    makes me think may I be apart of it,
    this beautiful world.
    Will my voice also echo on the wind,
    Telling everyone my own song?
    Or will I be forgotten,
    But always with everyone,
    in the flowers, grass and trees.
    I understand how it must actually feel,
    The flow of time coming to a halt as I think,
    Like as if it don't want me to think of such.
    But, I want to know my time, my tale, my future.