there is still hope & that's a relief
but No sign of tranquility I believe
driven to insanity by uncertainty of life
Why did I steal my time
& invested in my worries
Oh what a shame !
Felt like my own self was deceeived
by thoughts that rushed wild & free
happiness was stole by me &
& I am forced to call myself a thief
I was a queen, young & free
where I ruled my mind with peace
I was lost in the woods
in my own kingdom
bizarre & endless it seems to be
I had to return before its too late
I must return soon
before I loose myself
My soul is lit...