Oh satellite above, where you? So many things I have to tell you of, Please come back soon. You went an open door, or a hole in floor, You vanished and I can’t see you anymore,
never die, when we sleep beneath the open sky, And the deep shades overhead or blue and red, Is this the will you come again?
I searched beyond the clouds, are you there? I sadly onward through the crowd, alone somewhere, I saw beyond the blur, to right where you were, And I beheld a so
Dreams never die, when we sleep beneath the open sky, And the shades overhead or blue and red, Is this the end, will you come back again?