Through the sound
Of grey crowd
I tried to shout
To fly, to break out
But no path left to follow
Hear my cry through the night
Prayer leading to glowing light
One last ever flight
Running out
Through the bound
Away from the cowards and liars
I tried to shout
But there is no way out
From the darkness so proud
None to help us
None to save us
Lands of silence, empty kingdom
Peace in the village of dreams
Nothing to lose, nothing to hope for
Magic left in ancient times
Elves and witches are lost in the crowd
Tales turned into dust of lies
Reaching out
Through the sound
Of song so old
I tried to shout
To cry, to break out
Through the ghost crowd
Hear my prayer through the night
Verses leading to light
Reaching out for last flight
Dream for a sound
Of a song dwelling around
Help me to reach out
Don’t be so proud
And follow me
Dream of a sound
Of a song dwelling around
Help me to reach out
Don’t be so proud
And hold me
Linlin's Poetry 