The Place

My home is lost
In a dream I’ve painted once
All the fields, my only Heaven
Where flows the one true real
Writing a peaceful white shore
All the fantasies I’ve turned loose
But ever longing for

A rhyme is slowly dying beyond the sea
Longing still for a heart ever singing me real

Ever hating this place
Searching for light somewhere else
I am falling into the darkest grace
Hoping to catch the moment
Slowly turning into ashes of memory

A rhyme is nothing but a flow
Dark river over midnight skies
Caresses of teary eyes
Of ever lost heart
Where ever felt my dream will go

Before the ocean redeems me back to the lands
Where sundown plays a lullaby for a dream
To the tides where the real ends

Ever drawing the place
Searching for light somewhere else
I am falling into the darkest grace
Hoping to catch the moment
Slowly turning into ashes of memory

Newborn dream longs for the light of destiny
Petals yet untouched though already fallen
Play a heart of a symphony
You wrote in grief agony
But a purest memory of times

Before the ocean redeems me back to the lands
Where sundown plays a lullaby for a dream
To the tides where the real ends