The moment is today
The time is yesterday
The instant is tomorrow
But the wind blows with sorrow
Constant talking
Of wither loving
The window is shattered open
And the earth breaks closer
Kings and queens
Squires and maids
Together for peace
The water that cleans
Smiles and looks
Feel like hooks
Dreams like nightmares
The fire of desire
How much it hurts
To see the beginning
Destiny of a heart
Loving and giving
So true that you must
You must close your eyes
Blind your senses for I
Can take your trust
To be false is not my trade
Instead I feel like a blade
In my honesty I share
What you probably already heard
The name doesn’t come alone
For I and we come along
The stories of a past
That should remain behind
Look at us, tomorrow love
Do you think we can love?
It is something it’s gone
For what I or you did now it’s done
What name should I give us?
How can I name these words?
They are a moment of inspiration
They are a nameless sensation
They are nameless…
From the mind of Cogliostro
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