Dead boy walking on a living path,
noticed by the wonders of heaven,
a white angel guiding him to never ending land,
sweet paradise on his left hand,
illusions of his mind.
Feeling lonely, a wanderer,
wandering to find his innocence,
an angel by a tideline echoing where to go,
in his right hand a miracle,
a dead boy, a wanderer.
Living in sorrow for ever more,
as one of the last ones lost for evermore,
here on earth changes his words,
here to see the world
wishing to have an angel by his side.
Bitter moments, feared it will be over soon,
a nemo with a name , dead boy with a beating heart of pure innocence,
once he had it all carved out in angels hands,
the angels are leaving to find him,
nemo without a name.
Lost forevermore, stepped in endless waves and disappearing forever,
now a dead boy for real one of the last ones,
has finally saved his innocence,
a story teller's mind to find the never ending land,
the cry of a dead boy.