There is a so long road from your lips to the sky!
All your children hold hands,
Bound into your promises.
All fall on their knees to find the lost stars.
Your fire opens its eyes into so deep night,
A knife into the heart of death.
I number the moments until
A rocket rides until your door.
The cow is here
With an ocean of milk to give.
I am just the hand to release
The flow on dry lips
My...