And thus, our story begins,
the words glide smoothly about their rims,
rhymes and hollows settle in your palm,
reminding you of a bird taking it's flirst flight of day,
sailing off into the calm.

The fairy tale doesn't end when the cover's been closed,
for the apologue is still composed,
continue on with your own silent melodies,
turn it into a tragesty, a serenity,
walk off the earth with a story in mind,
it's etched inside you; it will never leave you behind.