Far above the Milky Way People wanted the will to fight, A beam of hope, a little golden ray.
Through dusk and through day, Silent winds blow throughout the night, Far above the Milky Way.
There is no yesterday, tomorrow or today. Violet horizons with that one golden flying kite. A beam of hope, a little golden ray.
A perfection of hopelessness or a very tragic play? I often wonder about the many stars up there shining bright, Far above the Milky Way.
I laughed, I cried, however I still think its cliché. Do you also wonder about some charming, mysterious knight? A beam of hope, a little golden ray?
Throughout this vast world I have searched, day by day. My looking brighter, success within sight. A beam of hope, a little golden ray… Far above the Milky Way…
© Pryaska Goorhoo