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What is left of this Wonderland? Dark rainbows and bright memory's. |
She walks from the fall into a shattered room She knows it is not more she wants to be, but less Through the door into a world of wonder Her tears begin like the memory of a river As she stands with no one to forgive her Seeing a dry winding road Huddling against a ghostly cold Her feet crunch on bones and dust What is left of beauty? Where are the animals and birds who were first her friends? Did same tale drive them to their end? Or was it something in this now dark day Where fire has burned it all away Why is there no beast to slay? Cards burned on edges flutter in the wind No cakes to eat or tea to drink She cannot understand the desolate scheme Of all these changes She feels in herself the biggest She lies on the back of a turtle shell Wishing the spirit would rise Wishing more she had never know such beauty And lost it Mourning the child The magic of a dream Real to her once as a shower of leaves As a sister with a small cup of tea But as she releases the dreams of a girl She finds the storms are past And there is a spot of green on the carpet of grass She need only be To return to life the dream Instead of fighting who she was Loving who she has become Fire is smoldered out all about Up come the flowers and trees Will this ever be the same? No new forest ever grows back It instead changes like the Cheshire cat. |