In my garden, when I was just a child I would take a pencil I could find And I would draw my own world.
It would be raining with happiness Rainbows would burst from clouds There would be no touch of blackness.
I remind myself all of those memories, Tears start to flow down my cheeks, "Oh, I wish I could live those moments again! I wish I would have no worries like back then, But life goes on and even if it's not the same, I am going to transform my world Into one where I treasure beautiful moments!"
the sky darkened and decomposed into the blackness giving up a trail of reflections and thoughts thoughts in mind, sleeping into tomorrow thoughts waiting to be released into the light ahhhhhhh feels so delicious to allow new composition to escape
When the world becomes black Im almost safe The impossible becomes possible And the unreal becomes real My darkness is kept low And my imagination flys high But that can only last for so long The world will come to color The impossible will escape out of reach And the unreal will hide away My darkness will creep back And my imagination will be shoved in
But eventually I will go back to the blackness, Forever We all will And then we will be safe forever
Falling Asleep and Waking Up.....Then Falling Asleep Forever