"Flying in dreams..."

The stars have seen, they understood,

The tears, the smiles, the hopes we knew.

But now, alone, in silent mood,

I wait where ruins guard the view.

A doll I hold—so worn, so small,

Yet still she smiles, though torn apart.

If she could speak, she’d tell it all—

What dreams once whispered to the heart?

I sing for stars, for sky, for light,

Will echoes reach the heights above?

I long to tell of human might,

But all I have—a doll to love.

A heart of glass, steel in my hands,

Yet deep within, the soul still glows.

In silent eyes, like shifting sands,

Are joy and sorrow, love that flows.

If fate still shines in skies so blue,

Will I dare step beyond the line?

Softly I ask my doll, so true:

"Did love once bloom like yours and mine?"

I sing for stars, for sky, for light,

Will echoes reach the heights above?

I long to tell of human might,

But all I have—a doll to love.

I beg the stars to chase the night,

To lead me where tomorrow gleams.

Remember those who burned so bright,

Whose hearts still shone with hopeful dreams.

"Flying in dreams..."