Lyriel

What is the kingdom I mean,
Where the width never end.
Splendid and mighty
We all would be imposed.
Bewitch me with your touch,
And your colored tenderness,
Feel the wind and carry me away.
Is there a difference,
Between a singer and his song.
Or is there a difference,
Between a dancer and his dance.
Or is that only one,
Like the nature and kingdom of light?
Wavelength where the music ever sounds,
Without a masquerade
And heal all my wounds.
I know or feel it or I see,
The moment has come,
Where my heart's getting free.
Fairyland...
Everybody has a name,
That proves your existance,
But noone here has ever called any name.