High In The Sky

Waiting for inspiration
Lost in a lonely nation
Maybe, this life has no end
Crosses of new beginnings
Can always bring my winnings
Will never turn to white sand

Ready to look around
Reason to try
Leaving my boring ground
Nowhere to cry
Ready for sky

No need to give conclusion
World is my best illusion
Speaking to wind in my home
I see the stars are falling
Beautiful lies are calling
From dissappeared heavy tome

Looking for bright emotion
Going to make slow motion
No one has ink to refill
Future is not so hazy
Recently dreams are crazy
But I decide what to feel