Long have I longed
to sing a song
it is my tale
before I grew cold and pale
the story of my life
colourful and bright
over the peaks I flew
where I saw only a few
a darkness I didn’t foresee
like a basilisk, it swallowed me
I went numb, and I fell
to a city, with a story to tell
I sang until I had my breath
but it fell on ears that were deaf
still as a stone, silent as the grave now I lie
without a light, just waiting to die