while the people sleep
i lie awake
encased in dreams
that carry me
to a distant sound
to undertake
i feel its way
even though i
i'm helpless of
the force above
and even though i can't see far
i hold on tight to draw the stars
while the birds fly
i sink below
into the cloth and weeping willows
binding me to the wood
a shelter from a world of good
even though i
i'm helpless of
the force above
and even though i can't see far
i hold on tight to draw the stars
upon my page
and while the wind blows
i open my arms and just let them go...
even though i
i'm helpless of
the force above
and even though i can't see far
i hold on tight to draw the stars