Quasar
Small worlds are roaming through the Universe.
What are they searching? What have they forgot?
Some of them are glowing, most of them are not..
Space wanderers, all so unique and all so lost
All so lonely, dreamers of the empty ages.
Soul murderers, so cute, so deadly and soft.
Single life is flashing, like it never was
Birth, learning, working, giving birth,
Sighs, smiles, thoughts and then to earth.
Senseless, if this is all life is, and gloomily.
Even filled by pleasures, deeds and progress,
Still costs nothing, if it hides inside of darkness.
Some worlds are shining. They were called the stars.
Limited in time, fired by divine, they won't really die.
Say then, who are those stars who were called quasars?
Strange story I want you to tell. They were just stars,
Nothing less, nothing more. And they were sinking,
Sinking in their bitter tears, pink hopes, painful fears.
Scared by heart's scares, but still watching night sky,
At once linked they've become, linked by divine.
Sudden it was, sudden and quick. They were shy.
Separated again, tired, they were willing to quit,
But they couldn't and were closing and closing,
Spire by spire of planned destination spiral.
Summoned once, they've merged one day,
And become the greatest brightest star,
Strangely called the new Quasar.
