…down All the tales are told All the orchids gone Lost in my own world Now I care for dead gardens My song is little worth anymore Time to lay this weary pen aside The play is done (The play is done) The curtain's…

…, jugglers, innkeeper`s welcoming call The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher Into the wild Weaving my world into tapestry of life Its fire golden In…

…my garden, my underwear was stolen And you keep following me the other side of street I see your shadow every day It isn't the right way I understand how much affection we are mean But you, you got curious in the wrong…

…, love the hard way Baudelaire in Braille Baby, love the harder way Once you lose yourself entomb I promise you to love the hardest way Pretty like a flower on a tomb you are Kissed blue by the last arrows of the sun…

…Shivers run through the spine Of hope as she cries The poisoned tears of a life denied In the raven-black night Holding hands with... Dark light Come shine in her lost heart tonight And blind All fears that haunt her…

…every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There’s a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother…

…violend and ill, its just a burden of living. Its not really nice to see, 'it doent feel like it, i have my own needs, you think people are not egosentric, they do what feeds them, financially or emotionally, you want just…