The day I become real


The name was written from the angel lips



through the highest point of our dreamless hopes,


light started to shine somehow
and darkness were asleep,


and for the eyes the sun and the moon melted,



and my hands armed my soul with courage,

and freedom was doomed, and prison blessed,
selfishness went away,
life stood into a purpose,
desires, inside a structure of gold,
fears, outside the prison of minds,
earth was frightened,
sky was still hoping,
time had surrendered,



and then... it happened:

YOU WERE BORN, MY LOVE.