Indigo
Now it's time to tell you a long forgotten story
It's about an unusual being
He came in a winter silent night
He was from the distant land of nowhere.
He only knew the stones of his lonely universe
They were so cold and hard
For his longing thirst for love.
He was born from a storm under a bright night sun
His aim was to search for warmth
He came to Earth and suddenly he learnt
That war was our daily bread.
Was your heart a perfect rose
In the garden of my dreams
But in shadows you were concealed
And remade into mist.
