Soulside Journey

Have you heard of the white rooms
that float in the void of freedom?
Their innocence, their calmness
reflecting from the astral corridors.

Have you heard of a blind kid
whose heart saw what others could not?
A pure and clean guardian
to guide him forward in life’s plot.

In the silence of the night
a lonely traveler appeared
seeking for knowledge and wisdom
the unknown was not to be feared.

In the tunnels of her mind
she searched for a complete circle
in the white rooms she had her home
and a world written in her picture.

And the paintings on the wall
had already seen it all.

Have you heard of a poor man
who was rich deep inside?
On the other side of the coin
he relived his precious memories

Have you heard of a sad spirit
that lived a worthy life?
Having filled its purpose
it flew back to stars with might

In the morning’s light
an inquisitor appeared
imprisoned by his thoughts
he escaped into his eyes.

in the corridors of his mind
he searched for the perfect silence
in the white rooms he had a home
and a story of his essence

And the paintings on the wall
had already seen it all.

One man among the crowd
a director with a cause
foretold our future without the script
or composing the overture

and in these white rooms of peace
we threw away our mourning
we walked together this glimmering street
and looked for our soul-side journey.

And planet Earth in the stars
had already seen it all.