Blow your wind to my island below;
i'll embrace your affection.
Create the light to my island;
i'll accept your comfort.
Push your island towards mine;
heal me upon the path of my island.
Live upon the wind of dreams;
show me your dreams in my wind.
Will you lean over your island;
and watch me from above?
Create my mind and awareness;
for you are the spirit or it's angels.
You bind our islands from below to above;
they who brings the two of us together.
The days tick away with the night;
and the suns burns out.
I call out to your islands above;
looking for the purpose of self.
I'm met with the tragic fath;
the development of my self awareness.
As my calls are returned with silence;
I know that my fath is sealed.
Those who live on the islands below;
Live in the sour ruins of self-awareness.
