Echostranger

It's no great secret, my paradise Just lost in some forsaken corner The Garden of Eden withers The Seven Wonders are hardly adorned We look in all the wrong places What is pleasure? It is not joy Where do petals never fall and gardens never spoil? The winds clear corruption from the sky Getting lost is what we do every day And it doesn't matter, it's lovely The sun-rays show our way All is calm, and tranquil - but vivid And colorful like a painting Done by the shadows and light of the sunset And twilight shows between The far-flung beauty of the cracks that divide time, Worlds unto themselves Where things clash together and