Gone with the wind Gone to my place What a wonderful disgrace.

This is where I dream, I think, I weep, My sorrows, so light; My cries, so bright Just as time will tell Who is welland what is hell. This world of mine Inside my soul My whole, my thoughts Deep beside the stinging wasps. A fairytale, a brightly death From the world we keep our body A secret, a lie, just as we live so dry, Without the moment that sets us free So we are forced to dwell In a shell, besides a glowing well. And an angel, so sweet A trembling mind that I meet Is it a dream? Maybe it isor maybe not What a beautiful thought. I look at the glow A flow of joy From inside out It just makes me shout. Such a tease, with means Developed for the queen of kings. This is what I think What I live What I dream With mind and soul Gone from the body that they hold.