A piano sitting in an empty space,
The song in your heart starts to race.
You place your fingers upon the keys,
And the silence around you begins to cease.
Faeries are the creatures of fantasy;
A childhood tale.
Unable to explain the ecstacy,
We try to imagine such beauty but we simply fail.
We tend to do this.
And we tend to do that.
We can wear our hair curly.
Or we can wear our hair flat
Good people died,
Survivors hardly thrived.
Loved ones soon perished.
And peace became cherished.
Bound by the rocks surrounding it,
On the sand by the sea
Never trying to restrain its flames
Flitting color across the faces of the people who