Walking towards Orion 
On the blackest of streets
Dreaming of what only
Dreams can reach
Preachers can preach 
Teachers can teach
but the strength of stones
mocks the fraility of bones
Strong at first
But stress with step
after step.. to a breaking
to an awakening
They are not stones
They are pieces
They are a part
They are pieces
Works of art
To build upon and connect
To stand on and reflect
A work of art
Never neglect
Bring me back Orion
Bring me to the ground
Bring me back Orion 
On the ground I pound
Weakening the stones
With my frail bones
On the darkest of streets
Lacking light, I retreat
Into the depths of space
Into the pain I felt
Beyond you, Orion
Beyond your belt
Beyond you, Orion
I chose to melt 
My bones with stones
Beyond you, Orion
I can dream of light
I can find my sight
On the blackest of streets
Beyond you, Orion
Beyond you