to witness the birth

of radiant lights

-Nothing to fill my head without

 

The rising source

with illuminant colours

find my sight

-Something I've left to doubt

 

When it comes to be shown,

will I awaken to find myself left behind?

Should I begin to ignore,

something with eternal beauty in mind?

 

What's coming through?

Well, it seems to me a sum of blinding lights.

From the blue,

should it come to me? Yeah.

I won't let it fade my ways.

 

I open my head

to witness the rise of the western star

-changing past into the new

 

Will I wake to a new day?

Will it clean away

yesterday's scar?

- with all coming from the blue.