The Golden Sea
You were not fallible, just full of fiction You wished things that Heaven did not forget Where the angels slept, you created a war Still you laughed when the sky fell When the girl embraced the lion, they both transformed into dust This is true It is true that the soul of the tribes were mysterious, Sleeping in a world that screamed only at dusk The wind was interrupted The white smoke became weak The waters sunk into the earth The dove that awaited, called unto me We drifted past the weak, the sorrow and the despair The melodic sound of the trumpets cascaded my weary brain Like a broken compass or a delayed recollection, it was no longer present Every bone and every muscle became stronger than concrete