ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ａ ｓｔａｒ

Ṯṏ ḊṏṙḀ

Following the increasingly voice of nature
I end up again to your sight
From your eyes, to your mature
And then back to you, my light

Now I am looking at the intense green
and gather all the small yellow flowers
I am lost in the woods so to be seen nowhere
Everyone is crying with scary vowels
And I am questioned where you had been

I want to dim the orange lights in the streets
and burn all the trees here to make fire
So these monsters inside my head will sit
But they will have left until the smoke gets higher
And the dust will show me the way to get back there