The Earth trembles at her feet
as her eyes stare down in cold conviction of what...

When life seems to hang from a tree
and nothing seems to be coming off clean...

They always say that life is not fair
that dealing with your problems now will stop them...

They ramble on about nothing
Nothing ever matters...

The elf queen stands tall on her regal throne
Her people look up at her with ah...

Golden flecks of sunlight play across the majestic...
Tears are falling down my cheeks...

Hills are my pillows
The sun is my reflection...

Black
dangerous, darkness...

You say I’m a liar I didn't tell the truth...
I stand here crying and I think why...

I find myself at loss with no one there to show me...
Do they even see me or care how I feel...

Through the fog of a half forgotten dream
a laugh echoes across the crevices of time...