Oasis has no hold on your soul.
You find no peace within misty blue nights.
A ghost of times you can't recall, haunted.
Cry out to Jesus, but does he hear you?
You search for redemption, for something
worthwhile. Filled with regret for things you
haven't done, for times long gone. A child of
the moon, embraced by a future you can't
understand.
The music plays, faster and faster, a
storm of notes and keys. Somewhere,
beyond the lies and broken wings, the mirror
will show you another world. The last
song plays, mournful and mizerable.
Moon child, when will you realize that
orange suns and love letters do not own your
soul? Find a road in rebirth, a crescent of
what will be. Embraced by the farewell.
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