Deep Siderial Silence

Far rests the day

Which the silence I beg

For breaking my thoughts, and then my spirit

Nurtured would be… by the flames of creation

Lost on the dead days of my history

I remember that once I desired

That my tears would never get born from my disbelief

Now I cry, now I cry… cry… disbelief

On the ashes of my memory

Drown in the house of ghosts

And this world’s dead, courts the funerals of

The bodies without a whisper of life

From the silence I’ve searched in my heart

From the tears, I didn’t want to suffer

The flames from the fireplace, show me the

Lost pieces on the horizon

Can a man be reborn in his disbelieves

Can a man die in his believes

When the silence does not answer, the tears fall

Nothing is left

Just to be the lord of your own ashes