FOOTPRINTS ON THE MOON

The part that fits mein your chest 
Again will remember
His mouth was silent
The earth would rotate 


The part that fits me In your dream atheist
Again want to believe In infinite universes
With no light to blind you 


The part that fits me In your chest
'll Breathe again In places muffled 
Where no one will pass


The part that fits me In that mirror your 
Again will want What seems unattainable
But it makes the world better


I am a force spouting words
The pipes of windows and streets
Where will you travel on


I am the force Opening your drawers 
Taking words that can To tell you.


I have a force That leaves footprints on the moon 
On the corner where You will also levitate.


I know we'll levitate.