Stop the world from shouting

They're burning up my ears

Let me live a daydream

Those fantasies she feels

It's made of copper from the air

It's black charcoal that's golden fair

What am i suppose to feel?

I only see

And what i want, can not be

Does she always walk on bended knees

Yet soars up high

On happy seas

A silent question in my head

In hers a poetry openly read

She is not of being like mine

She does not seek what she can not find

Stop the world from shouting

They're burning up my ears

Let me live a daydream

Those fantasies she feels

It's made of copper from the air

It's black charcoal that's golden fair

What am i suppose to feel?