Island Of Dreams

Indistinct memories, forgotten poems
A voice is calling through deep childhood days
Our romantic tale buried into ashes
Nothing remained behind
Just a song in my head

No wind can wipe it, no rain can abrade
Ancient and weary, living inside of me
Remembrance of our agony

Cut my tree of life, make me bleed
Till my last leaf dries and flies away
When you turn back to your dark sleep
You’ll find it growing back into the green

No wind can wipe it, no rain can abrade
Ancient and weary living inside of me
Remembrance or our agony

Hear my song under the same old sky
Till your heart leads you back to my shores
When you find your compass to sail
You’ll hear it there playing in the waves

If the darkness comes
Like the serpent’s kiss
Surrender to the storm and drown in your sins
To reborn in purity