New Kingdom - The White Birch

So frightful to reign a kingdom

If you fought through the war

To make heaven come home

For heaven,

That you could die for happily,

You would fight through the war and you’d sleep so calm.

Before a feather,

You would fly far…

And you’d fly through the war,

And you’d sleep no more.

Fly farther to find a playground on the wind

And not too far from home

Would you let me in?