My Utopian Lie
Oh wind that brings the joy of fresh air, Please blow my tears and take them far away, On this journey, be my guide, don’t let me die inside, Oh how bad it is to walk in circles, To painfully relieve your past day in and day out, What joy must the heavens have on our behalf, Once it’s broken, once it stopped, They will be the ones that are mocked, In their blissful blue…