Through storm & sun, dreaming on & dreaming on her own,
The world knows naught, the world is but a stranger to her soul.
In softest silk, of milky white, as is the majesty of the sea,
The light shines through, as if in song, as if in harmony.
Beds of pearl, there lies her soul, dancing to her dreams,
Trails of faith, wreaths of belief, brightening the gleam.
A soul fit to wear a crown, to take place with kings & queens,
Deep in peaceful slumber & awakened in her dreams -
Awakened in her dreams.
In trying times, she opens eyes, in familiar tears she wakes,
Her unchanged world, her prison, her smiles replaced by ache.
No hands that reach out to her, alone and no escape,
Every fall and every stumble, all for her and her's to take.
Words spoken & words thought for her, pricking her like blades.
She finds refuge in infinite lands, her eternal escapade -
Eternal escapade.
Through storm & sun, dreaming on & dreaming on her own,
The world knows naught, the world is but a stranger to her soul.
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