Porcelain Sky..

When the breath of the ocean bed awakens the roses of holy land,
When the echoes of the mirrored sky ripple across silenced lamb,
With deepened sorrow our farewell will become fairytale memories,
I need that warm embrace around me now, for the loneliness is whispering.

In the garden where bittersweet fruit devoured destiny while humanity bled,
I was craving for a winter's kiss, but I know in perfect harmony, I'm never forever held,
In the distant sound of birdsong, a tune of peace whistles through my cage, 
A crisp tone of darkness clinging onto my shadow of a passenger enraged.

When the towers of the earth kiss the porcelain sky and soaked me in guilt, 
I drank wine from the gods, powerless under their passion, for what land they had built, 
I stare upon the cracks of the ceiling, peace and tranquility is a tomorrow's world, 
Life as we know it will not exist, 
What will become of love? 

Rebirth...