Looking at me

Still I feel arrogant
Fly my fancy far away
The sky catches me
Even though I fell
And when all is created
Just for me to feel
All that is created
Living hood feels
Tired of looking at me
Looking for a heart for me to share
Accompanying my steps but meaningless
And when all is created
Without should I feel
Love is left
Living hood feels
Like a star in heaven
And all colors
And faithful love
And real light
Oh the stars in heaven
Tell stories
And faithful love
And real light