The Palace

A place of powers rising, a place so deep within
In that stormy night when I came in
The fence that penned me in, in times when my heart tried to flee
From the serpent camouflage's melody.

The corridors, I'm walking, the walls point waits at me
The pictures in their ancient frames have eyes, but will not see.

One silent scream came straight into my dream
Am I still here in these unwritten pages of stories?
The spoken word is often quite unheard
In this old gallery of splendid unbroken memory.

I can hear the palace in your heart will grow
Uncovered the rivers will flow.

Plastic balls of forlorn memories, rolling on and on
For one more wish you're yearning and they're gone
The valleys of your soul, they still can let the light shine in
The symmetry of your heart grows within.

The mourning hours are history in my enchanted land
The belfry dies away down here, the road shall have no end.

One silent scream came straight into my dream
Am I still here in these unwritten pages of stories?
The spoken word is often quite unheard
In this old gallery of splendid unbroken memory.

I can hear the palace in your heart will grow
Uncovered the rivers will flow.

For years I've tried to feel
For years I've turned the wheel
For all that's said and done it is so clear
The crystal moments shine above eternal nights of fear in here.

One silent scream came straight into my dream
Am I still here in these unwritten pages of stories
The spoken word is often quite unheard
In this old gallery of splendid unbroken memory.

I can hear the palace in your heart will grow
Uncovered the rivers will flow
The palace in your heart will grow.