In a small dim room and a forgotten place Lives a being that light has never seen Hard to see its head, crowned in a busted calyx Molded gray and black, stares to a whist empty space
Again the Dustflower will look for the light The sun in the night, but will never find Again the Dustflower will hope for someone To lose his own thought, it feeds with what’s gone Again the Dustflower will look for the light The sun in the night, but will never find
It is plagued by grime, a burden out of time It knows poems that no one remembers now Every forgotten word appears in its pale wreath And when a petal falls, those words are gone forever
Again the Dustflower will look for the light The sun in the night, but will never find Again the Dustflower will hope for someone To tell the unsaid (that) it has in its core Again the Dustflower will look for the light The sun in the night, but will never find Again the Dustflower will hope for someone To share the exile that keeps it alive Again the Dustflower will look for the light The sun in the night, but will never find Again the Dustflower will hope for someone To share the unsaid, in oblivion
But the lonely Dustflower needs darkness and night Forgotten moonlights, to keep being alive.