Beat of the drums roar,
Lions screaming for me to leave...

Made a mess out of me,
Stranded in this place, world with nothing...

My face, the frown that's
Hidden behind my sparkling eyes...

Mystical garden filled with
The beauty of sparkles and dust...

Held by the hands that helped
To create me, and who I will...

Shattered and practically dead,
Am I still living...

Over going the real
And taking it away from the reality...

Beautiful girl, model of the world,
Everyone wants to be her...

Nurses at my bedside,
I awake to a mess; I'm in the middle...

Race of the times
And I need to run for life...

Separated from the real world,
Alone on the hill I sit...

Lost for words,
Nerves growing on me fast...