In the hearts of the bellows
where the whispers lay beyond the
shadows
lurking between the moonlit skies
deep beneath the grasses of the meadows
no one may never know the surreal fears
know the terrible truth behind it all
the ails and the sorrow
the anguish and the pain
foes beyond great enmity
the tradegy and the nightmares
for I once was your prodigy
truth be told
no one knows what tomorrow may brings
like a bird that took flight in the night
not knowing where he belongs
I will be singing through my despairs
for only then the storm shall be over
meet me half way through it all
let loose to humble beginnings
for the moon reflects the light of the sun
and through your alabaster cup you shall be sipping
lo behold the joy in your soul
with no remorse and sorrow you won't be tripping
until then mi amor never let your guard down
for only a foul fall for the trickery of the world
your time is nigh it shall be giving into the deep end
for joy comes in the morning, the afternoon, evening and in the night where the chariots of the night skies come calling.