Soaring over the black nights sea
Dressed with white garments of light
Eyes keen on the promise
-So, I have returned-
There is no real chance
I'd ever run out of bombs
And indeed
I can behave as wished
When I wish
Seen the lighthouse of the promise
Promised to keep
Yet the light is moving
It is moving away from me
But i am not even trying to catch it
Eventually
It will come to me
Not here to
Harm
Worship
Break
Submit unto
You
Here to love you
Until-and over the end
There are forms of worms
Trying to seize it all
And they keep failing and falling
'cause the garden is sealed
From there with ill-
Will
As the crossing over happens
Without smile or tears
Leave every-thing behind