A time for love.

Spring will fly like an eagle
Soar with giant wings
What the mind can imagine
The thoughts can also think
Days of darkness
Like a helpless worm
Staring to the sun
Wishing for something
Yearning painfully
The eagle does not see
Passes through the air
Like an unravelling mystery
To places of truth
For lies will burn
And soon the sun
Shall blow it's horn
And each piece from broken dreams
For sweet planet earth
Spinning forward like a spaceship.