Hi there, |
Waking up under the first light of dawn,
Wet smell of falling rain...
Sunlight reflecting from your blue eyes,
Young lambs walking on the green grass...
As a hurricane of blind hate they ride through...
Like roaring thunder they shake the earth...
I live in this palace made from marble and gold,
It's huge and wonderful like a fairytale being...
Trumpets blazing, suddenly I awake,
I'm facing the ground, a burning ache...
There can be only one thing more treacherous then the strongest poison, and that's your heart. |