when the dreariness of the day shall give you hope not
when the goal you thought you ought would be but your trophy
when the skies shall shun the stars in the hope of a stop
When the merry chimes of forgiveness shall ring
the merry calls of hope shall sing
there in the moon lit night
on the beds of dewy grass shall you abide
into the worlds of your thoughts that have silenced
to let their master experience the balance
then shall you be released that night
released into the worlds of dreamy sights...
Into Hypno's ancient halls
An eternal river that flows deep into the dark
you-in a boat stand for an embark
the stars unseen in the veil of clouds
shall you sing the hymns out loud.
And there you are a holy child
An innocent flame, a snowy clad
And there is your first love, you were so glad!
and then the second standing as bright
And you want to stay this night
there's the entire life you sum
then there's life, money and fun
Then there am I, the narrator of this tale
You see the phantom but to you, it's lame
Flows the river to the narrow streams,
bushy, grassy and the trees are lean
in the white woods of hope, you see yourself
amidst all scopes
And you move to the woods of dark
cries, fear - all grip you spark
And within you is all infinity
It is all god's creativity!!
Finally, in the grasses of disdain
fell there yourself,
let yourself lame
and the silence protrudes your heart
into the peace of slumber have you hence embarked....
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