Moon, star and skies
Wish they could hear some cries
about the lonely girl
about the broken pearl

dear Master Wind,
please blow this shallow mind,
release pain and left it all behind
and tomorrow is about to define

Ring your bell and save the day
questioning what God about to play
for the life goes on its way
nothing left here but the black and grey.

If I cry now would you mind to hear
for this heart would no longer to be here
Lead me to empty space without my dear
and the silence would be my only fear.