CALL ME NEON RAMZY

Paradise

Take me away
To the Angels of life
To the place that I love
To the last longing night

With words of a song
And truth in their light
Guided my soul
Should bring back
Without sight.

Blinded to see Hell on this earth.
Forgotten hymns and untold myths.
Speak to me in your language.

Rhythms in the wind
do blow
fall down dove
come to my low
hear me once and hear me true
I wish to be a bird like you.

Your low is in the clouds.
Making a request but knowing the opposite.

Your flame is bright so I get closer.
Add the fuel by choice.
Knowing it will only get hotter.

I abide by a primal concept, and so do you.
One that is yearning its life for the opposite.

I want the Hell and the Angels to become one static charge.
One neutral force.

I abide by no hierarchy in the two.

"You are forgiven.
You are forgiven."


Those Angels won't find me, or anyone even.
But with all of that said, there is more to this season.
It's cold when it wants, and heats where it can,
and climbs when it does, and sinks where you stand,
soars through the air, and swims deep through the sea,
without any direction, never to ever be free.