Silent Elephant
What’s the point of us leaving with no words?
When we feel an elephant, in every single place that we are reaching
Even in our dreams, we’ll meet again
Or are we being illusional?
Are our souls bound?
What a silly way we’re acting
Living as if we were immortal
In this tiny little existence of human
Human being
Destroying the most beautiful things
We have to share that luck, to love, to create, to spread those dreams
We’ll meet again
Even in our dreams
We’ll meet again
Or are we being illusional?