On the Moon Walker

I lift up the hard wind sails. 
I want to forget about the troubles of today. 
I give the floor to the philosopher, 
so I can hear the music 
meteorite choir. 
I listen to the promptings of the moon, 
Saturn's notes, 
I have my dreams on the moon walker. 

Always be able to keep the support, as well as 
to provide security. To avoid the pain of 
dead-consuming. 
To avoid pushing one 
towards destruction; 
towards suicide. 
My tears spilling sometimes 
down her face, 
The pain is sometimes roaring rapids. 

Received from the person 
keeping care of it. 
Love is a force 
who need to get a ring. 
This will draw on the power. 
Friendship is the understanding, 
it can never decide 
the amount of anyone of freedom. 
concern for 
it has no basis, 
is the wrong way.