HeavenIn heaven there'll be a library.And in this library there'll be every book every written.And it'll have armchairs, and fireplaces, and windows,So I can just sit and watch the world go by.In heaven there'll be oceans so I can sail,And islands that I can land on,And exotic ports with colourful characters,And somewhere I can dock up and call home.In heaven there'll be music.I'll play the piano, and whole worldsWill spring from my fingertips,And the sound will carry me away.In heaven there'll be a sky,And clouds that look like castles,And stars in constellations, so many of them,And a hill to sit on, so after a big day of adventures,I can just sit and take in the beauty of it all.In heaven I'll have a garden.It's funny, because they say life begins the day youStart a garden, but I'll have one up there, anyway,And it'll have every plant in it,And they will all be beautiful.
The ShadowI walk on ceilings, walls, the groundI stalk, I prowl without a soundAnd yet my will is not my ownI am a puppet, a guise, a cloneI follow the one who follows meHis eyes, they look, but do not seeHe doesn't know, and here I sighThat we are the same, he and II do not feel, I cannot touchAnd sometimes it's all just too muchThe bell may toll and the wind may blowBut no one cares about their shadow
If I Could FlyThese maps I read by candle-lightThese yellow-paged books of oldI draw from these poor, lifeless thingsThe greatest tale I've ever toldI witness stories long gone byAnd read of countries near and farAnd oh! If I could fly to themTo mountains tall, cities bizzareAnd in my mind, this tale unfoldsThe greatest epic to grace your earsI'd talk to sailors, merchants, kingsBut I am grounded, I'm stuck to herePerhaps, one day, I'll get to themBut now, as hard as I may tryI could write my own storyIf only I knew how to fly
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