She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

Lets just leave it like this. So when our hair turn grey, and the flowers wither, i'll still smile when i think of you.
When it comes to you, forever means nothing, nothing at all. back to top?