Wanderland

As my heart is shut away,

Through these years under lock and Key

Locked Away,

Locked Away,

As these centuries wander like raindrops running down these tower windows.

As I scream into the unknown to be set Free,

I see a blue butterfly.

It's wings like the color of the Sea,

As these years of solitude

Fog my mind's reality,

I drift towards freedom.

as the Blue Butterfly Beckons,

This consuming reality Shuns,

My Belief.

Though, as I leave my Tower of Solitude,

My Goodbye is utterly Brief,

Guided by its Wings,

I follow the Blue Butterfly.

I finally see the beauty of Life and Hope,

Solitude Banned,

as I walk through WanderLand.