She flees West to find the earth of kings;
With the sweet music she forgets her fears and flies.
She takes the road, her feet, her wings.

Roaming the forests, the breeze and nature sings
Of no more society and no more lies.
She flees West to find the earth of kings.

Left far, too far behind to remember is all that stings,
And here, rumbles, clashes, and light erupt from the skies.
She takes the road, her feet, her wings.

The mud, mountains, green, and all these things,
She finds, make up the place where no one dies.
She flees West to find the earth of kings.

The rapture and roar of the rolling river rings
Enough to exhaust the bells of love in her eyes.
She takes the road, her feet, her wings.

And when the time comes, as it often brings
Deep sleep or some warm demise, she will rise.
She flees West to find the earth of kings
She takes the road, her feet, her wings