A powerful divine who instead of heart, Had a star, Lacking the power to understand Just who we are?
Set on a path for the mind to be free, It shattered its soul... Pieces, gold and debris. Ones meant to kill, and others to die Some meant to paint and sing, others to cry.
From suffering to happinnes, All has been sought from the first, Hoping that in the end, it will satisfy the thirst
Each single piece meant to gather the eyes And all put togheter to see through the lies.
The human has been confused And set to understand himself. Isn't this our greatest goal, That we seek until we meet the grave?