there once was a pleasant time in the field of flowers

searching for peace of mind is harder than one thinks.
the journey one travels all starts with the first step,
where one might think of going all depends on how they want to change there life.

sometimes its hard to believe that things are all mapped out for us,
we begin to question what god has in store for us...

i believe it gets harder certain days to keep the faith specially when every time you turn around something bad happens.
people live and they grow old the journey one takes holds knowledge that is special to each beeing,
so what happens to all that after we age so much that we cannot remember our loved ones?
why take the chance to grow old if all your going to do is forget what it is like to live?

there once was a pleasant time in a field full of flowers,
where i thought the young ones could stay forever and breathe.

this nightmare soon rolls around and shines down its bitter terror of truth,
oh Wendy there is no neverland, and there were never lost boys.

peter pan was never there and im sorry for you because he was what you loved.
shut your eyes dear and count your sheep there is no greater gift i can give you
that your wild imagination i wish you could keep.

im sorry dear alice the cheshire has brought you to this point,
but look into my eyes closely your injurys are deep.

cut right through your flesh that land you wanted to see through the looking glass,
how did you make that look so easy?
laying in a hospital bed with all sorts of chemical drips,
all you keep wanting the things you cannot grip
sadly the hatter has left you high and dry and withought your new blood supply,
oh my heavens dear alice im sorry but you might just die.

heroin sets in and so does the pcp,
how many things did you do that day when you had to run away?
your daddy he beat you and cut you with rusty blades speek not of the man that stole your life away.

hush now my child the beast is now gone but the beauty is to traumatized to see the light of dawn.
beauty that of a rose petal and skin just as soft,
evil things seem to happen as your head my god it was about to come off!

crimson the tied has just come in, wounded is your ego precious beauty but the beast has left his mark.
remember back to high school when you were first class he loved you since before elementary school,
but you made poor beast feel like the last.

where is your beauty now crippled with your sin,
i hope to god your happy bet not nor do i see you falling in love again.

the sirens song that lours young men away im sorry prince she made you think this way
she sung to you and her voice you could not avoid,
stuck in a trance now as the sirens song leads you to ultimate void.

sing to me my darling as you wished she always would,
she made it hard for you to leave her then she made it impossible for you even if you could.
the sea is a scary mistress my fool of a man but nothing phases you more than the touch of cold wet hands,
stuck in the trance she has put her siren's spell on you.