Where heavens angels sing
Their song of lullaby,
And rythm of birds flapping wing
As they take to sky.
A place where painted flowers bloom,
And color grows on an oak tree.
Locked in my lonesome room,
I search for something to inspire me.
Take me away where grass is gold,
And the clouds of candy floats.
A place where versed legends are told,
And captains embark on drifting boats .
I will travel far or near.
Where ever my convictions desire.
Anywhere but here,
For a place where delusions transpire.
I'll set forth to sea,
Through high tides.
Searhing to hard to find that place to inspire me,
As I strive through what adventure provides.