Let’s walk together, hand in hand,
Along the beach, feeling the sand...

July twenty-fifth, two thousand and ten,
I really didn't know, until just then...

Pixies fluttering, in dark of night,
Moon beams cast, glittering light...

In the eyes of the goddess, we were bound,
With the air and fire, water and ground...

Sometimes when life gets you down,
You just need to stop and look around...

This mask that I wear, is cracked and it’s...
The words that I think, are not the ones spoken...

The sky is dark, the leaves are brown,
I stand in this forest and look around...

Pixies, fairies, elves and gnomes,
Studying magic, reading from tomes...

You are my tiger, I am your prey,
Waiting for you, on our bed I lay...

How I long for the days of yore,
Before my time, many centuries before...

What if I were to tell you, that Pixies were real?
They know when you’re sad, and what you feel...

Deep in the forest, where the deer run,
Lived a maiden, whirling under the sun...