• Rain drops fall,
    on a dried up hand,
    Tear drops hit,
    the burning sand,

    The sky is so high,
    It makes me want,
    To let myself just fly,
    and to do what I can't,

    The ground is reality,
    and my burning soul is a twist,
    I want to be unreal to the point,
    where the ground doesn't exist,

    And I'm left in the air....
    Like a soul full heart,
    and in the vision I can see,
    all the colors are sharp,

    I'm not left hanging like a string,
    And not even tied by a rope,
    All the time is infinity to me,
    because I'm all the things nobody can be.