Secrets under the rain

Driving the way back home in my dream..

A few minutes are left..

Jingle the bells as I step into my room..

My room has been singing with dead butterflies..

Singing some long forgotten anthems of misery..

Hassles come and go..

Heroes rise and fall..

They then rise again with a brighter light..

Love sweetens the perfume..

Butterflies are filling the air..

And secrets are waiting under the rain..

Who is going to save it all..

Who will save that majestic glorious palace..

A palace that thrived with bounties and myriad life..

Life that meant the universe to me..

I can't keep grieving..

I'm coming to you..

I'm carving the walls with my bare fingers..

To come to you my lost palace of paradise..

Hassles come and go..

Heroes rise and fall..

They then rise again with a brighter light..

Butterflies are filling the air..

Love sweetens the perfume..

And secrets are waiting under the rain..

The ones whom I've loved..

They lie beneath the echos of that trumpet..

The trumpet that scared the hell of us all..

The evil magic.

The most damnned thing ever..

It creeps like a horrifying tornado..

But it will lose existence due to its devilish effects..

Where is the Bible..

For it brings peace to my heart and mind..

And blesses my soul..

And cherishes everything..

Opening the first page feels like the driest touch..

It's only a touch..

Not going to last..

And there I find secrets under the rain..

Hassles come and go..

Heroes rise and fall..

They then rise again with a brighter light..

Butterflies are filling the air..

Love sweetens the perfume..

And secrets are waiting under the rain..