No Kingdom To Die For
And then, there are only new old songs of memories.
And even they are pain.
Even they are pain.
Even they twist hundreds of knives inside my pride.
Cause there’s no hope that knows my name,
There’s no spring that knows the color of my eyes,
There’s no promise that carries my happiness,
There’s no voice that pronounces my peace,
Speaks a pure language...
And where through the soul of myself,
Where through the eyes of all skies
Have I lost, have I lost any sparkle,
Any breathe of life?
Where not even confusion can be installed anymore...
Where there’s not even the right
To follow any language of dreams...
Cause there’s no bright rich smile
For me to see the world upon...
No imagination to spread any wings above my eyes,
No look to touch magic around my mind...
And where have I lost the ability
To wake my hands up to point
Between the roads life offered me?
Where have I lost pictures of silent
Rests of evenings, lights of golden life
Among gray castles of melancholy?
Cause there’s no love to set me free,
No peace to talk about my heart,
No stillness to concentrate on my being,
No surrender to my thoughts,
No surrender to my meanings,
No vision of white traces to vanish
Feelings of dark emptiness,
No field to draw any path of flowered scenes...
And where have I lost the space in which
I could slightly float upon?
Where have I lost the matter of me?
The words of my existence,
The ideas of myself,
The songs of being me...
No pages to discover my books,
No lines to fill the wishes of truth.
No blood to give color to my wondering systems,
No side for me to take part of,
No arms to make their tenderness my home,
No step with potential to convert any mistake,
No power that thinks about me in its will,
No shadow to easy the shiny beauty
That hurts the weight of my heart,
No star to drop any smile,
To blink any slightness inside of me...
And where have I lost what I can recognize?
Where have I lost the human race image in my body?
Where have I lost my tears to a numb face?
Where have I lost my guide to my own land?
No concept to be high up above,
Not even a cold street down below
To stuck my feet on,
Not a move of change,
A reflected peace that has never existed,
No hands to get stronger,
No weakness to base any passion on,
No distraction to plan any silly joy envolving my brain...
Where have I lost the birds that used to
Climb the pureness of my ears?
Where have I lost the sand falling through my fingers,
Crossing my perception,
Softly touching my tears sleeping on the ground
Of my bitter-sweet philosophy?
Where have I lost the design of life,
The speed of my signs,
The character of my understanding,
The truth of my desires?
No scent of perfect company
That is able to linger on...
No clear target to know any fair arrow,
No regret to remind any hidden act,
No message that prays to be delivered to me,
No fault that writes my history...
And where have I lost the sea
That swallows all my sorrows?
Where have I lost the chance to be found?
Where have I lost the miles I had to walk,
The love I should see,
The houses I should live in,
The sunlight that opens rivers to
Magic water my senses and give birth
To good nature inside of me?
No fight to offer me any prize,
No kingdom to grant me horses
To invade the wind,
To transform the masks,
To make me a warrior,
Strike my demons...
No kingdom to die for.
No kingdom to come back for.
No doors to unlock the dreams of my time,
No new wheel to turn my heart back to life...