Fishing in the Lake of Souls

I'm a little person
grey skin and green eyes
my robes of blue with the hood down
frantically peering through the lost souls
the souls deprived of Paradise.

Your face and angry words
Your lifeless touch and empty eyes
has cast my broken heart in the Lake of Souls
Can we get our love back with this net...

The dragons overhead are a mystic distraction.
Their fire is not my fear.
Just the tormented soul I long to find
to free from everlasting anguish...

of reliving my entire life
the bad memories
the what ifs
the should haves
the irreparable decisions.

I long to free myself
and get a second chance.
Free myself from my stitched up facade.

my broken heart in the Lake of Souls
Can we get our love back with this net...

I want to know my name
and who I was.
I want a selfish second chance.

The dragons overhead are a mystic distraction.
Their fire is not my fear.
Just the tormented soul I long to find
to free from everlasting anguish...

If I shouldn't succeed
(swimming with the damned)
I hope my soul goes mad.
(in this Lake of Souls)