a man

A man who can't touch the light
Always cried, as strangling wail

Short snatches of joyful songs
won't reach his lonely heart

A man who can't touch the light
has been obsessed by despair
Many many stars aspected him
But his eyes were filled with sorrow

Why are you looking down?
One day you will lie in the dust
And why don't you look up to the sky?
Recapture the moon and the stars are there