There was a young free willed girl,
that didn't act like a pearl...

Looking out a dust smeared window,
the outside world runs...

Solid in my beauty sleep,
motion stirs outside this locked mind...

A little pitter,
a pause...

Tick,
Tock...

Little feather glide across my skin,
fingers trace along visible ribs...

Walking drifted on a beat,
a track of lilies...

Eerie blue forest,
whistles of the wind dry his ears...

Dear....something,
For what people have taught me (or tried to) you...

As i walk along this path,
my breathes take longer...

He guides her,
he shows her...

In dreams,
your words are finished...