Between Two Worlds
I do not know how I became.
by Enrico Orbita
I do not know what is my name.
I only know that I am here.
And why that is, is what I fear.
Day and night and time pass not.
A world which aging hath forgot.
And here I stay forevermore.
My soul no longer free to soar.
Between two planes I still exist.
Between two dimensions, I drift.
Beneath two skies I watch and wait.
Between two worlds I roam and waste.
In sadness still, day does not come.
And happy is the morning sun.
And joyful are it's glorious rays.
That do not shine unto this place.