| Fly From Magic Mountain Our home on magic mountain lit by stars from up above. Soaring out to sea hearts full of love. Searching for an island to build our nest of dreams. Explore each other�s inner soul others have never seen. Your velvet wings soft as the night make no sound at all. Like a breeze of ghostly webs woven for a ball. Princess of my heart I take your hand in mine. Together we will taste the fruit and store it in our minds. Forever on our island of crystals made from sand. Stroll the shores of freedom a blue lagoon at our hands. Swim the current of passion pass through fire and smoke. Build our dreams eternal and vows nere be broke. The masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |