World is spinning, cars are speeding, wind is racing,
My heart is running, my head is pounding;
Time is wasting.
Strangers are whispering, birds are shouting, people are yelling,
Reality is shaking, my nightmares are living.
Time is wasting.
Where is the silence? Where can all of this stop? Where is the peace?
My watch is ticking.

Please,

Make the clock


Stop--

Stupidity fuels me.

It fuels my ego.

It needs to be destroyed before I become a god.

Ah, how loud the bird sings in the Spring,
soaring through the pleasant sky,
he carries the world on a wing,
oh, please, do not say good-bye.

The drenched moon draws him back to the nest,
eagerly waiting for the moon to set,
my heart lies to rest,
predicting whether I shall regret.

Counting down to the sun's awakening,
anticipating the sounds of happiness,
with the memories of winter, this is threatening,
knowing once Spring flees, we would both conjure a mess.

But I do not stray,
my heart yearns for his hymn,
cannot run away,
even if the night appears grim.

Just sway to the music;
Let your fears drift away.
Try not to lose it
Nor be afraid.

Make your feet tap, tap, tap;
Melt your heavy heart into mine.
Do not let your head wrap
Around the doubts of yesterday.

Lend your ears to the beat,
And throw your worries elsewhere.
Now that you have taken the leap,
You have nothing more to defeat.

This is her kingdom.
She stands on top of the world, afraid to look down.
Her crown weighs on her head.

What is the best way to rule?
Whom should she knight?
Can she save her people?

When weapons are drawn and blood is lost,
Will she be able to mend their souls?
When disease drops loved ones to the ground,
Will she be able to nurse their hearts?

Her crown is heavy,
And she is getting weaker.
Worry dwells on her shoulders,

Her mind is cluttered,
Her body is getting worn down.
She cannot sleep with the thought of the possible destruction of her land.
She cannot eat while people in her kingdom are starving.

Her gaze kept out her window.
Her mind wandered, and her body weakened.
While her spirit was living, her body was dying with only good intentions.