It shoots out of the darkness

It blends with the skies

Here up here, in the clouds it sleeps

There oh there it lies.

Its eyes never shed tears

Yes, it never cries

It has no ending yet you see

No, it never dies.

Made of a thought

Bended by a single eye

Created by a no one

No, it will never die.

It was the thought of feeling

It was the thought of joy

It was the thought of darkness

A laugh of a coy.

Bending at each word

Scared of each eye

Never one on itsown

Thought it would die.

Each ignorant to mishape

Its glorous true form

Running away without heath

So full in harm.

This is why it is fading

This why, the idea is waneing

This why the idea is shading

This why...ideas are gone