Colours burn into my mind
Twisting turning open wide
Rain is beating in the heart
like tears of years untold apart
Hoping someone soon will come
Hold the sword bring the sun
Take away the shadows there
Pull me up from their angry glare
Soft the hare runs on by rushing foe the open sky
The deer sits to scared to move
As the sword is near the hunters loom
Little one has found a dream to captivate to stop the scream
She reaches out and with his light
She enters into a new life
Anchors tight they pull her back
She fights and braves the open door
But still she hears the voice the chill
The evil broken heavy still
Still calls but noone comes and never will along as storms are crashing through