Lost In Space
The metallic rain upon my face,
by Gianni Pintus
With my tired body I woke up from grace.
In this night of falling stars I made my bed,
But I'm still lay alone with noises in my head.
This voyage is making surely ill,
Nightmares are coming, I know they will.
I'm not living with remorse after left mother land,
But this empty space ahead will never give me strength.
But the spaceship is still going straight with right pace,
I know I'm the last man standing but I'm still lost in space.