Writing off the scoffs the wrote off me
Is all I can really try to do
The only one who can provide validity
It seems is really only you

Dreamer of a girl that flies upon moonbeams
In the milky white nights of June
Skin composed of the purest cream
With a voice perfectly in tune

Poetic lines fall out of my mouth
Land within my hands
Soon no one know what I speak about
No one takes time to understand

Read with eyes that hold no doubt
Pour down your silver sand
Rain your love down, pour it out
Such things does love command