The Refuge - Project Pitchfork

Burned villages

Children cry

Burned fields

Mothers die

Smeared faces crying

Thousands fell on battlefields

Standing by my horse

The battered armor burts

Laying on a clearing

Staring at the clouds

Feeling down, down, down, down

Thoughts getting clearer

Looking around

Seeing tears in my eyes

Glaring colours

Everything shining from inside

They lead me

Back to harmony

Leaving my sorrow back in my body

Moving towards a tree

Dazzling, grining figure on a branch

Dangling with its legs

Curious light shapes teasing me

Giggling around, giggling around

The grining figure tucking at my hand

Pulling me through the wood

Towards a city of light

Fairies and other beeings

Rushing to me

Filling my heart with love and harmony

Noticing a silver thread still leading

Back to the sorrow

The growing desire to stay

Lets the thread get thinner