Every waking hour
& every breath she takes
She wonders off into her dreamland
To escape from this lonesome sphere.
A world she has created,
A world that empathized her every feeling,
A world in which she could regain peace,
Altough battles were never won.
Her voice is her only weapon
& if you listen closely
you could hear her heart pouring:
"In this land that I call home
only angels hear my voice,
I have traveled far & wide
but no one seems to speak my tongue,
A foreigner in my own land of growth
Even though my tears did flood the land,
No one seemes to feel the lake
that sweepes beneath their feet.
But here, at home, the angels weep
before I even shed a drop
& with their warm embrace
they protect me from darkness."
Wondering why such a fair maiden
alone she stays?
Living in her own fai