The Palace - Edenbridge

a place of power’s rising

a place so deep within

in that stormy night when I came in the fence that penned me in in times when my heart tried to flee

from the serpent camouflage’s melody

the coridors I’m walkingthe walls point waits at me the pictures in their ancient frames

have eyes but will not see

one silent scream

came straight into my dreamam I still here in these

unwritten pages of stories

the spoken word

is often quite unheard

in this old gallery

of splendid unbroken memory

I can hear

the palace in your heart will grow

uncovered the rivers will flow

plastic balls of forlorn memories

rolling on and on for one more wish you’re yearning and the’re gone

the valleys of your soul

they still can let the light shine in the symmetry of your heart grows within

the mourning hours are history

in my enchanted land

the belfry dies away down here

the road shall have no end

for years I’ve tried to feel

for years I’ve turned the wheel

for all that’s said and done it is so clear

the crystal moments shine above eternal nights of fearin here