Tired and cold
I long for a song of long-forsaken home
I long for a song of long-forsaken home
Through the dream of a pale sunrise
Where last autumn day dies
I caress a song for a moment long lost
Lullaby for a dawn of hope
Silent wound in the heart of love
Unseen yet so deep
Flowing still through the cover of sleep
I dream of adventures and sweet magic ride
We flow over the woods and mountains high
Drifting over the dales and mirrors of lakes
Swimming in the dreamy-blue sky
On the eagles we fly
Through the dream of a pale sunrise
Where last autumn day dies
To find the door hidden still in the stone
Opening at sundown once
With last autumn day’s light
Follow the mountain high
Search for a heart
The only stone
Lost still in all abandoned gold
Sung in a song of long forgotten home
Linlin's Poetry 