Stolen
Inspired by Gris, the mysteries of the ancient world, our lost magic, hope, longing, and my desperate desire to make this universe a place worth living in.
Something has been stolen from us Fragments scattered in our dreams Our tear streaked souls, crying out From a longing they cannot explain
Whispers of what we once were Hidden in the stories of this world Forgotten histories, spoken To a people unwilling to listen.
Something has been stolen from me Memories, recovered from my dreams My tear streaked soul, crying out For freedom from this longing I cannot explain
Whispers of what I could yet be Hidden in the stories of this world Forgotten histories, spoken To this girl, desperate to understand.
Something has been stolen from you Lost, buried deep within your dreams Does your soul cry out, tearful From a longing you are unable to explain?
Whispers that you are so much more Hidden in the stories of this world Forgotten histories, patiently waiting For you, when you're ready to listen.
Are you ready to listen?