There is a place I know that used to be covered in white snow
The streams are now set free and all along the rim of the lake a tree stand endlessly
In the dawn of time the dew glows and gleams
On the soft water I see the world around
However everything is upside down
Isn’t that our world right now?
This world that’s flipped all around
But that is reality, a place I wish not to go
For I am here in a world that’s my own
This silent world full of peace and hope
The only noise i care to hear is the rain falling down to disturb the ground
This world of mine is all my own
This breathless dream I call my home.
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