The weight of the past

we are god's orphaned children,
hope's exiles, fallen from heaven!
(and) since the firstborn son of adam,
all is mostly as it had been!
shadows, from a distance, watch us;
a land of fairy tales, inducing smiles amidst tears.
(and) just like a dream that seals the morrow,
the weight of the past, on our shoulders, remains.
we are god's broken dreams;
fate's fatigued, on a spinning world!
(and) the knots of blindfolds don't come undone
until the last breath is spent.