Stars hanging by means of invisible cords,
Hopes dangling like strings twisted out of accord.
Moonlight shining with the vigilance of a sentinel--
Happiness radiating; like a diamond, so ethereal.
Ground tremors; the wheel infinitely reeling,
Of time so relentlessly devoid of nice and feeling:
This is your face, forever a history of mine--
Like invisible cords reeling perpetually in time.
This desert is barren, save for one man--
A faust, crawling on the sand, lost; wondering why he's there.
I bent over, reached over with one worn hand,
Picked him up; the wind blew violently on his hair.
His eyes were morbid, his face was sallow,
Like a--God forbid, once-mortal soul hung dead from the gallows.
This is one being, who knows not what he's done,
The crime he committed; his hand on the gun.
I looked him in the eye, calloused, I felt,
To this man's existence, my feelings melt.
The sun is setting, the world regretting,
That He would set him free from all transgressing.
Yellow, the world may seem, lit by the conscience of man;
Like a moth fluttering against a patio light:
Absorbing its customs, refracting its deviance--
Under the radiance of the moon, its color seems transcribed.
This desert is barren, save for one man--
A faust, crawling on the sand, lost; wondering why he's there.
I bent over, reached over with one worn hand,
Picked him up; the wind blew violently on his hair.
His eyes were morbid, his face was sallow,
Like a--God forbid, once-mortal soul hung dead from the gallows.
This is one being, who knows not what he's done,
The crime he committed; his hand on the gun.
I looked him in the eye, calloused, I felt,
To this man's existence, my feelings melt.
The sun is setting, the world regretting,
That He would set him free from all transgressing.
Stars hanging by means of invisible cords,
Hopes dangling like strings twisted out of accord.
Moonlight shining with the vigilance of a sentinel--
Happiness radiating; like a diamond, so ethereal.
Ground tremors; the wheel infinitely reeling,
Of time so relentlessly devoid of nice and feeling:
This is your face, forever a history of mine--
Like invisible cords reeling perpetually in time.