...The idea that there's
something else
turns into a dream
of rising suns and
tomorrows of what seem to be
sweet flowers that
bloom upon meadows
beyond crystal
horizons
Shade of a butterfly's wings
brings a cool breeze
and a calm
found only in the eye of
the storm
A glimmering hope
in every grin
of despair
A sparkle rekindling
lost breath
turning into a bushfire
of reckless raging
forged by a selfish desire to be
free
And so this flight
will soar
into great heights
'til this quest
enslaves us all...