The same pitch back sky,
where I waited for life to begin,
where I waited for time to end,
where I dreamed of changing the world,
where I cried my dreams away

The same pitch back sky,
staring at me with its twinkling stars,
confronting me with its vast emptiness,
questioning me with its dull gray clouds

The same pitch back sky,
transporting myself,
back in time,
back to where it all started,
back to where dreams belong

Is it time,
to dream again?