| Lands of blue Skies of yellow,and trees of pink Water of red,and faces of gold Land of haunting eyes Land of misory,and desperate voices calling in the distance When the melancholy takes over the land And faces turn to grey,days become nights And nights into days Years become forever Faces turn black with fear Glowing eyes appear through the trees You heart trembles as you gasp for air You feel like the world is closing in on you More eyes appear Screams of horror and flashes of bad dreams Screaming you wake, soaking wet All alone, no one to comfort you. Copyright � 2001 Dawn L. S. |