Dreams that vanished fore my eyes,
into a world I thought was another,
leaving a grey melancholy behind,
that I now so much desire.
Far far away, the sky still calls,
to revive, rekindle,
but the clouds, partisan to the grief
say- all a swindle.
Not deep within,
the dreams , the world, the tumult galore, n'
I keep walking in the search of a new soul,
in the search of a new soul...