Wonderland

Broken cups and self-esteem
stained rugs and long lost dreams
Some have settled in the mud
Others vanished with the flood

In to fields of rye I run
I hide I fear the setting sun
And the wind will soon reply
Deeper you go deeper strive

Let me rest here for a while
Let me breathe my own consistence
Then I’ll be fine, yes I will be fine
Let me make it all worth while
Whisper words of no insistence
if you glow
I’ll start to shine

Send me of to wonderland
Let me join that marching band
Can you hear that trumpet blow
I will meet you there I know
Through that rabbit hole I slide
Over to the other side
I will wear a golden crown
I will wear it upside down

Scattered pieces on the ground
treasures lost and never found
once we owned our wilderness
and held it closely to our chests

Through the woods down crocked trails
over hills and countless tales
A little while and I will be gone
at the rise of early dawn