Maybe the world was something else to be.
Maybe we got what we wanted to see.
Maybe the sun isn't fire of joy and glee,
Maybe it is a piece of heart burning in agony.
Maybe it was never silver beauty the moon was trying to hold,
Maybe it was grey revenge long gone cold.
And Maybe the earth isn't a site where life had once crept,
Maybe its a stone droning on the tears of someone dead,
or maybe.. I am liar, maybe its the fire getting in my head.