Excuse my form, structure, and words
Sanctuary is all I seek...

Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...

Well I am singing the blues
For the cold nights I spent in fear...

And he sings his song to the grace of air
Wrap it in the drops of rain...

Once upon a time the lonely moon shone on me
Crying in tears of shooting stars...

When my words come lashing into my face
I look up and start to cry...

Well ... I'll be gone
In four days time...

I have lost my soul to the devil
Oh lord did I forever stray...

I have never seen your face before but
I'll love you till no one is around...

She's got a voice of an angel
She's got a quivering soul...

Hey yellow bird standing there
On a branch of the old green Cedar...

A sense of tranquility attack the place with no...
A touch of magic, broken by realists so oblivious...