Up above, in the sky
The tethered kite, it flies high.
It knows not its direction;
but what it knows, it won't last long.
Let the wind carry you away
The bright stars, they'll show you your way.
Drifting and spinning, twisting and turning;
free yourself from that thin string.
Forget it all, leave it burning;
desecrated, like Rome. One day soon,
soon you'll find your way home.
Free from the fall, from a bitter brawl; the little kite flies high, hoping
one day it understands why
all is never as it seems.
The promised land, is now a distant dream.
Drowning slowly in the rain; your shroud, it awaits. But you?
You knew all along.
The once-tethered kite has fallen to its grave
But all it does is smile. It smiles in wait;
in wait, for another day.
