I am a man, washing my own star
Living nowhere,
growing my rose in a jar
I’m isolated in my little brittle world
And I sit here,
because I know the wind outside is cold
So many soldiers there
Shooting down my star
Somebody must just care
‘bout hearts without scars
Give me back my star
I am dying
And give me back my world
I belong
Take me from this led
I am drowning
Can’t you see your fears marching on
So I will build my brand new Babylon
Or I’ll return
and take the trip to Orion
To you, Indifferent One I praise my hands
What am I supposed to do
in these fucking moving sands
Starwasher
© Copyright: Joker Inda Box, 2003
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