Liquid Nebula

We are whispering leaves
We are snowflakes grazing autumn roads
To prepare the world for our winter snows
We are golden dreams
Stars wound in galaxies
We are dying, we are free
We are liquid nebula
We are fallen sons
We are dying suns
We are lost inside ourselves
Waiting for when spring will come

From the sky above me, the liquid nebula
A diamond fell before me while I tracked through mud
And it glowed
Sent tremors through my soul
Then slipped through cracks in my opened palm
And hit the mud below
And for a hundred weary lives I dug
But it could not glitter through the mud

And I'm a fallen son
And I'm a dying sun
So lost inside myself
I don't see the whispering leaves
And I forgot my golden dreams
For a hundred weary lives I dug
But it would not glitter through the mud
And I could not look up to see
A hundred million diamonds raining down on me