A Calypso beat.
A gypsy heart.
An ocean that keeps them apart.
Two thousand miles
he had to thread.
To earn his crust,
to bake his bread.

Baking under foreign skies.
He ran away from all the ties.
But tied he is,
forever more.
To memories of Inchicore.

Horses *******
by the stairs.
St Michaels flats,
and she was there.
Laughing,
and her wicked tongue.
A face like hers,
forever young.

But then that night,
returns to haunt,
every dream,
and every thought.
Her tears.
His blood,
upon the floor.
Upon that stairs in Inchicore.

Sitting in the high grass,
praying as the sky turns grey.
Waiting for the cargo,
nervous eyes upon the waves.
Everything invested,
every shilling,
every crown.
His heart
is in his salty mouth.
On the cliff
as he looks down.

His eyes look to the lighthouse.
It's beam
they follow
out to sea.
He holds her locket
in his hands,
prays again,
"just let it be."

But this time,
prayers aren't answered.
The whistling wind,
begins to rise.
He opens up the locket,
stares and cries
into her eyes.

Alas, it is all over now.
He knows
that he cannot return.
The ebb and flow
is angry,
and he wonders
will he ever learn?

The bodies on the rocks below,
signal the sad end.
As lights appear upon the shore,
his dreams start to descend.
Into the rain.
Into the gales,
that blow on Bantry Bay.
He throws the locket to the wind.
Once more now,
upon his way.

The last thing
that his living eyes,
lay rest upon
before the end.
All magical and mystical.
Things his mind could not explain.
The faces and the memories,
all flowing,
freely, through the sky.
They joined his final memory,
of how he ever wondered why.

The glow worms luminescence,
lighting up the willow tree.
The ladybirds are sleeping,
underneath the dewy leaves.
No weight of expectation.
A simple life.
A simple thing.
In harmony with nature.
In harmony with all that sings.

The shadows,
that the sunlight gives.
The dawning of the day.
The magic spells.
The hope that dwells,
in every word we say.
All out there
with each other.
Underneath a dying Sun.
Searching for a hidden God.
The one that lives in everyone.

King Kalibo sheds a tear.
Waits for Rita to appear.
Sits in pain
and waits all day.
Minutes, hours,
pass away.

Staring at the shaking walls,
waiting for his soul to fall.
Like a star falls,
in the night.
Slowly drifting
out of sight.

Through the ages
and the years.
Swollen smiles and swelling tears.
He learnt this life is just a game.
And no one lives
this life the same.

King Kalibo can't hang on,
Rita cried and now she's gone.
Castle crumbles
to the ground.
King Kalibo
can't be found.

Beneath the rubble,
lies a crown.
A broken heart,
a crying clown.
The earth absorbs remorseful tears.
A kingdom mourns with cautious fear.

Time shall tell,
what lies ahead.
Time will tell,
what had been said.
Words that slit a kingdoms throat,
dwell in the air, as tension floats.

Kalibo now,
no longer heard.
His words,
gone with the stolen herd.
Rita,
woman of betrayal.
In her quest she did not fail.

Standing tall,
forever rich.
Fated, to be no one's *****.
With her new life,
and her new love.
Still she fears, what waits above.

The trees, they're sitting still again,
the wind has long since died.
A distant look upon her face,
a shadow in her mind.
She's living life,
forgiving,
and she's trying to be kind,
but sometimes there's emotions,
that the face can never hide.
There's petals on the lawn again,
The roses ruffled,
now they're  still.
Inside her heart
she fills the void.
She battling her time to ****.
The trees, they're sitting still again,
until the winds return once more.
A heart that's never skipped a beat,
Is always gonna yearn for more.

Water trinkles down the stone cold walls of Babri Towers.
Souls outside are blooming,
It's the Festival of Flowers.
Some soar to a heightened state,
the minutes feel like hours.
Each one on a sacred trip,
discovering their power.
The Sun's about to kiss the Moon,
and darkness must devour.
All that lies within our minds,
the things that make us cower.
The hood we wear
when there's no need.
The minutes feel hours,
Underneath the shadow,
of the sacred
Babri Towers.