Dwelling in
A soft green meadow
Butterferflies surrounding me
Little white puffs of almost free
...
Tears swelling,
in my eyes.
Nothing can stop them,
they're on the rise.
...
First there was a patch of moss,
trapped in her cold cage.
Second there was a dandelion,
blessed by the soft loving breeze.
...
Come with me,
to the land of the dragons.
Where dreams soar,
and nothing
...
Pretend your king
Say I can rule the world
A King doesn't feel
...
If this love
could set us free
If this love
would make us anew
...
Devils rage
storming red
sailing on rivers
of the dead
...