Where the moon is the only light
And butterflies fly on silver wings,
Where song birds are the only kings.
I see you standing over there,
Standing with not a care.
Ravens carry them selves on golden wings,
Where song birds are the only kings.
She turns to me and smiles like an eel
So I know this isn't real.
Puppets dance on metal strings,
Where song birds are the only kings.
I watched and smile
As my world turns into fire.
I regain my grip on reality
As I am hurled back into actuality.
This is my world I hold in my hand,
And it will do as I command.
TuckEr EllsworTh

