So.
On The Mountaintop. Out of Your Cave. The Candle in Your Hand. The Compass in Your Pocket. The Map in a Box Underneath The Grassy Land. You Slept Well. But You Don’t Feel Any Better. Your Friends Seem as Lonely as You. There is Thus Witch Who Always Asks You to Do More Than You Can Handle. The Bar is Raised by a Silently Beautiful Angel. And You Always Meet Her Requirements. And Exceed Her Expectations. She Always Seems to Be Right at The Right Part of The Pathe. Carrying Scrolls to Lead You Towards The Treasure Waiting And Singing Underground. You Don’t Even Carry With You Any Tools to Dig. You’d Rather Feel The Soil in Your Palms. As You For Once, May Feel Freedom Against Your Skin. The Angel Met You Thus Morning Asking if You had Anyone You Wanted to Send Any Messages to. All You Could Do Was Shed a Tear And Say, ‘She Doesn’t Live With Us On Earth Anymore’. Your Angel Laughed And Hugged You. ‘Watch Out For The Witch’!. The Trees Brushed Against The Wind As Beautiful Lushtaflurriah’s Soared From The Reaching Limb’s. Your Angel’s Wing’s Whispered Melodies As She Darted Off With The Bird’s. Singing a Song, ‘May You Find Your Freedom Dear, it’s Near, it’s Near’!.
And You Kept Wanderig on The Darkly Lit Pathe With Candle in Hand.