I beseech beyond the timeless sky
That I become today a heaven’s fly.
So somber it is for me to say,
As life has seemed to grow astray,
As if all I’ve loved has crept away.
But could it be I’ve lived not long to know
How, once, a friend becomes a foe?
Or why hope has further failed to grow?

And here I start to wonder so,
Is what we feel, now, all we know?
Have all we’ve known been but a lie?

And this I’ll muse before I die,
Will I ever know just why
It feels when in my darkest gloom
I’m singing to an unheard tune?

So cold it is among the glare
Of a bottled troubling, lonely stare
As I broodingly dream to be in flight
And ascend into the sparkly night
And travel beyond the lunar light.
But am I being ever much too low
In spirit to say I’d rather go
Than live on to die for life to show?
To live on a life that’s fraught with throe?

And here is why I wonder so,
Is what we feel, now, all we know?
Have all we’ve known been but a lie?

And this I’ll muse before I die,
Will I ever know just why
It feels when in my darkest gloom
I’m singing to an unheard tune?