"Not fair, a tale for drowning souls on higher grounds as even wishes play their game It's like the joy of lying naked in the sand, and yet no reason to constrain..."
Sleeping as she took herself to the ground while the questions are waiting in time Praying for answers and moments that pass, on her shoulders the burden of light
Let her see her final morning, for a while she gets too far For the lifespan of a teardrop will this sunrise take her heart and a lapse of reason then, for the beauty of the end
"Fare thee well, my sweet Atlantis, for our paths will cross again, this goodbye now will not last and the day of my return is so sure as it can be" And she starts to smile again