Lullaby of the Planes Walkers

[sabedth]

The moon blares a white tunnel,
and I am but it's slave.
The sun will burn life back into this world,
and I am but it's host.
The meaning of it all shall be written by a child,
and I am but it's pawn.
The cold wont penetrate this prison,
and I am but it's tenant.
Solidarity can not replace Love and Unity,
and I am but a messenger.
Poetry is just a con,
and I am but it's mark.
Now the world has fallen asleep,
and I am but a dream.