THE STORY OF AN ECLIPSE
We found our purpose in different circumstances.
Does it make sense?
How similar is the path we are taking but the wind won't let us meet in the middle?
We rose to the sky at different times.
I called it the day, you called it night.
It's our job to spread the light and so to open their eyes.
But sometimes maybe might, in our deepest thoughts it always run.
The confession of our selfish rants.
"We deserve to meet at least in a while"
The sky grant the wish they blew in the wind and said
"It will only last for minutes or in a blink of an eye."
And their selfish soul agrees with all of their heart.
They are bound to serve the universe but there will be a time when they will meet in the sky.
