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?