I had long given up on prayers
On mornings of transparently clear skies
Whatever the feelings that I hold deep inside
to never be able to reach anyone
its almost as if I were Echo
From out of that cold white narrow room
I can see the same scenery
I had only just wished for the ordinary
But even this most modest of all fates
I learned just how fleeting those things were
Atop these maps here spread out so wide, as if I were traveling
right here in this place, I can come and be free
if I just close my eyes, never ending highways
I can even forget, all the pain and everything
Out just beyond where all those flowers are
there is the gently shining emrald sea
And even such a hollow shell as myself
it will hold me silently in its warm embrace
and it will take me far, far away
With wings that have been injured from long ago
a motionless bird within a cage
Things like God, they just dont exist, yes its true
Atop these maps here spread out so wide, with these weakened fingers
firmly taking hold of me being right here
The proud white flowers there, even now at this time
surely they continue, to bloom there right by the waves