On A Hand Of The Universe - Mental Home

Why we die leaving no trace, we’re fading

Turned our prayers to the sky

Hope we have till we take our last breath

Hope that dies with us gone

Day by day sand spills away

Leaving us less words to say

Water flows out of the lake

Leaving us less breaths to take

When a bird begins to cry

Swallowed by the autumn sky

Spin of thoughts will take me high

Now I’m gone and lost beyond the dusk…

Like endless flow souls pass the world

Dissolved like smoke

In crowns of trees I hear the breeze —

«You'll return again…»

If we could rule our joys and sorrows

If we could rule our lives

All our dreams, all we had grown inside

Ourselves would not be so vain

Why we live as if like we are forever

Burning fast to the end

Wish we are more than just dust that spills through

Hands of the Universe…