Mental Home The Vale
As I'm drawing autumn rain, Drops like tears're falling down. Window with dried rose, I am back to my remains. With a candle unseen in my hand, I have passed through the wall. Do you feel waves of wind? I am here my little Queen. Call me now, I'm in your air. Take me down, I wish you there. Pick the stars and wash your face. Touch my soul in last embrace. So I'm reading in your eyes, Suffer drowns in painful love. I remember morning calm, As I climb to shimmering stars. Maybe you feel the same In a deep of subconscious mind. Dream together in mental, I am here tonight to vale with you. As the angels make the call, Clouds dissolve in universe. I will bleed and climb up high, But I send you my last dream. It comes with morning breeze, Blowing slowly, embrace your lips. As I'm choosing my own fate, Sleep alive, while not so late...
