The Vale - Mental Home

As I’m drawing autumn rain,

Drops like tears’re falling down.

Window with dried rose,

I am back to my remains.

With a candle unseen in my hand,

I have passed through the wall.

Do you feel waves of wind?

I am here my little Queen.

Call me now, I’m in your air.

Take me down, I wish you there.

Pick the stars and wash your face.

Touch my soul in last embrace.

So I’m reading in your eyes,

Suffer drowns in painful love.

I remember morning calm,

As I climb to shimmering stars.

Maybe you feel the same

In a deep of subconscious mind.

Dream together in mental,

I am here tonight to vale with you.

As the angels make the call,