The place in which,

The place in which,

We lay our hearts.

And our soul fly's,

At the side of the lark.

The waterfall,

That corrodes, our destiny.

That lets fate fall,

For you and for me.

It's where our heart,

Is troubled most.

Our troubles and fears,

A haunting ghost.

Haunting and taunting,

Our thoughts away.

Till we feel we shall die,

This very day

But when we feel,

We can't go no,

Our lives being sucked,

Into this malestron.

We can go to the place,

Where our hearts do lay,

Where our words are immortal,

And our soul will fly,

To see another day.