The Search

Prime the maiden
Searching the angelic man
Pretty eyes fixed on a golden face
Winning the suiting race
On a scholarly night
The night of awards
And rewards
You only won a prize

For the strive and brace strike
What a star of the human galaxy?
You shine like a bride
Enduring the pains of the struggles
Without a sigh
Lifting your head high
This is the ultimate sigh

Oh, pretty star, why suiting me?
The men of horror are attacking me
To terminate my possible prime

Come on the weeding night
And occupy the bride's place
For you are the prime prospect
To fill the vision of my mind
Shine in the day
And continue all the way
Go to mars and join the galaxies of the milky way
Representing the planet earth
In your own path
Shine, shine and shine.