Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...
Darken clouds whisper rain,
Enchanting the earth with secrets...
Withering ideas
remembered in paper...
A day in my life
I open my eyes to a sky of blue...
I am a faerie, absorbed in the daylight hours,
while the moon is resting and the leaves are dry...
Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
A downgraded nation,
fallen...
Creativity flowing
Etching ones heart in paper...
So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream...
Eyes
stare out...