Stand still,
And stay quiet if you will.
Upon the scene that I shall paint,
softly now tread;
Upon the roads that divide,
Are crusts of dreams ahead.

Rising to the bright moonlit skies,
Do you see your innocent lies?
Lies keep you sane, keep you sound,
That keep your kites flying
Whilst you smile on the ground?

Do you see the veiled broken hearts
Beneath the pretence and the guiles?
Their fake glee, the fake smiles?
In the silver sea of the stars,
Do you see the hope that spreads to miles?

So stand still,
And stay quiet if you will,
Behold the beauteous silver skies,
And then tread softly on the light beams;
For they are your own innocent lies,
Your own sea of stars,
Your own little dreams..