How could I love without edge

How could I love without edge?
How could I pray on moon and stars?
How could the minds run behind the gate
Was this become the end of every us?

How could I love the pertty one
And build a church of falls of another?
Why couldn't I swim or fly or gone?
Why should I come for somebody's a father?

Illustrations. Fake. Mirage in desert.
Inside my mind there are so many winds.
I guess there are no really matter
That there are so many minds.

07.08.15