Butterflies falling from the trees,
Like green ghosts keeping memories,
Raining gold flowing down the blooms,
Lightening my feet, dancing with the root.
Feeling safe, wind has blown the clouds,
My dark thoughts're away from the woods.
Sanctuary, full of fantasy,
Healing within me innocence relic.
No fear no sorrow, my shelter is pride no more,
But just true feelings.
Lost, I hope I will never get back to that home.
I'm alone, freed from the fate,
That used to be mine.
I'm under shines of fireflies,
As I lay on a bed of grass,
And my soul floating above me,
Showing in my dreams how the world should be.
No fear no sorrow, my shelter is pride no more,
But just true feelings.
Lost I hope I will never get back to that home.
I'm alone freed from the fate,
That used to be mine.