If given the chance, then I'd want more
Gimme that pure fat chance
To pocket, to keep
I'd want that talent to play
That music to sing
I want that microtheme of colours
To splash, at your face
You are the lullaby that puts me to sleep
I can close my eyes and let the world die around me
Fire away the cannons
Etch your bullets unto my skin
See how I don't even stir
Ooh, giddy
I am safer in my dreams
Breath into me and I will rise
Rise up, up, and away from these ashes
Keep me enveloped under your wings
At least you, I don't have to keep
At least with you, I know that there are things
That won't stray away
So stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem