Let the evening air in
And dim the lights;
Reality's fading
As our minds fly
A heavenly glow…
The muse has spoken;
The grace of her song…
Calliopeia
Every hour, every day
My search goes on.
My precious memories
Are all I have left
I gave my soul away
For a dream, for an illusion.
Who will lead me now?
Drowning in tears, I turn to you