Truly alive, my heart
waits to reach the night,

While my fairy wings try to command my flight.

Floating over pink clouds
and yellow trees,
My surroundings seem
too small to me.

War seems little
and without reason to fight
Compared to high values
which are totally right.

Hatred seems to be
the mask of vanity
While love appears to be
the route to charity.

Human souls float like myself
In a cotton like universe.

Come and visit me in this tent
Where the money is inexistent.

Only a crystal palace
made of dreams
It waits to be felt and seen.

The way to reach this place
hides in your own heart.

Close your eyes and think in anybody else apart.