Like a Dirty WindowIs life just a blurOr is it the whole big worldThat is moving fast
Am I a Myth?Lay in a bed of ashesPut a dagger through your heartBefore the Lady of Lyn can find youAnd play you like a dartFor red is the color of the Lady of LynAnd flesh dies in her handsYou would not stand a chanceEspecially in her landsIf life were a GoddessTreat it with as much respectOr otherwise you will findThat the opposite of life is deathImmortality is a dreamThe Lady of Lyn makes it soBut keep your heart pureAnd you may not have to goInto the shadowy lands once called LynWhere all the flowers and birds do dieI went there myself one timeWhen my friends did all cryFor killing is a hobby thereAnd people don't tend to runInstead of the Lands of LynWe now have the Days of DunBut if you listen to this pleaYou can die without a careWith people who are niceAnd people who are fairUntil these days are overI may never greet you againThe hours shall all grow shorterYet I don't know whenMaybe before I can count to ten...
The Shining MoonThe darkening skyCrickets chirpingGrass swaying in the breezeI lay downSimply wonderingWill I ever be here againStars are appearingCold coming forthThe silhouettes of treesMy mind formingMemoriesThat never even existed thenAnd althoughPeople may seeAnother form of meI shall never stayFor I must go away
Love Costs Your FreedomLove costs your freedom,And yet love is all around.People are in chains.
The Beauty of ArtFor many peoplemoney is their life,but I prefer art.