Cargo

A thousand faces a thousand miles away
A thousand suns filling my view,
A thousand stars with no rescue,
Floating lights through the battle lines,
In this fulfilled space,
There's no other race.

Echoes of the light,
Ring in the endless night,
Cargos in the shadows,
Are allowed to bark.

There's no sky nore no sea
Echoes ring to the infinite,
It's deep silence complete,
The rain lightnings under the moon,
slowly beating, almos breathing
Cargos in the night, on their way to the heights.