On
Lonely Down.
Enchantment
calls me down,
to
where the valley dell
and
the fey people all meet.
Another
day on borrowed time,
could
see me wearing,
this
tired old downward frown.
And
yet their voices,
kissing
a rhythm of hope,
help
me rise until I float.
Climbing
up onto a cloud,
some
peace and passion,
trickle
through this happy ray.
All
I fear has fallen away,
under
the doubts of how,
everything
works out somehow, now.
And
once again spirits soar,
to
fill my beliefs
I
couldn't have wanted more...!
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