A kite above a graveyard grey. At the end of the line far far away. A child holding on to the magic of birth. and awe. Oh how beautiful it used to be. Just you and me far beyond the sea. The waters scarce in motion. Quivering still. At the end of the river the sundown beams. All the relics of a life long lived. Here weary traveller rest your wand. Sleep the journey from your eyes. Good journey love time to go. I checked your teeth and warmed your toes. In the horizon I see them coming for you. The mermaid grace the forever call. Beauty in spyglass on an old man's porch. The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears. (repeat ch.). . Site Oficial