Hanged On A Ray Of Light
Giuseppe Cardamone
Run, wheels on the ground
How long, how deep, how far I wonder
Did you wait this, planning it there?
Here in distance I can
Read between the lines
Salaried slavery
Is the scythe of father time
Feared for what they wish for
Destroying on their own
In dread and reverence they lay
Run, wheels on the ground
How long, how deep, how far I wonder
Did you hate this, till you were there?
Hanging from a ray of light
I run and cross the time
Moving from star to star
Disintegrating space
Feared for what you wish for
You cross your path of stars
Hanging from a ray of light you run
And I cry