Alabaster Nest

Yes ! We admit …
We’re calling it the final decision
Letting love’s interruption drown
Letting life dwell in the dark division
But sometimes wandering in a yellow brick road
We wonder
In this batter of time when getting older
Were we missing out on things a lot better ?
Or we were playing the role of a jokester
Is it called lucid absence ?
Or it’s a silent existence
Life is an algorithm on a battlefield
Where people witness their broken vows on a shield
Not knowing they’re scenes from a movie
Black warriors on the hanging tree
We’re rockstars on the final countdown
For the final quest
We’re writers on the final masterpiece
Of the alabaster nest
Voices from the golden shelters
To the peak of the rafters
We’re winners of this final sequel
Where at the end of the rainbow
The love we take is equal