Deaf of hearing
When these eyes of mine see beyond this sphere

Unconscious as i lay
I see your face
Your eyes; the brilliance of a million stars My heart longs for you,
But these iron bars

Sun rise...
But awake me not
For I have grown strong in this darkness
The light unveils my emptiness
The world says am a misfit
I know that she lies

For you see me as I am
A perfect mould of clay

Of clay we are made
But daughter of the earth
You are made of gold
Glitter, shine
A friend of Kings
A desire of Queens
The reward of Warriors
The heritage of Princes

"sit here I;
wondering...(sigh)
where does true love hide
when the heart is lost"

In the lonely soul of a peasant
Low, humble and meek
Like a sheep lost in the desert
Her love is hungry but weak

Clay meets gold
Now meets old
Dare not the spark
Unbearable is the flame