How has it come to pass away,
The true meaning of life, not here today?
Oh where art thou truth?
Or faith, or kindness…

Fairy tale kisses and dreamt up love
The topic of conversation today,
Though this angel may be from above
She knows not why these sick games they play.

Ever so pure and lush all around,
The brightest of colors is all that is seen,
Soft mossy patches amongst flowers on the ground,
High rising mountains and forests of trees.