THE LADY

The story of a star comes from far to light the murk. It was dark,

And she lit up his heart. She made the start.

She is the light in name and sight.

She is a star who comes from far away.

Again and again, let the story begin.

One day

He was in the park, searching for Mark.

Mark wasn’t there; the dark was everywhere.

He can’t see his hand; the murk is to stand.

He is looking for Mark, but the way is too dark.

Is nobody here? Of that, he is clear.

He looks at the sky.

He can see the star, but it is too far.

He was so sad. He was so mad.

Finally, he sleeps,

He dreams of light, mornings, and nights.

In a dream, he flies like a bird in the sky.

He dreams of being free, inhabitants of any trees.

Traveling everywhere, searching

There is justice, but there is no justice.

Justice turned to dust.

The dust is here and there; of that, he is aware.

He was seeking a plan.

A plan for his way of life so he can survive

You see, he is scared. He knows what is there.

No justice, just dust.

He knows it’s only a dream.