The first word in my dreams
I could clearly see
Planet Eden high beyond the skies

Beautiful and sad
is this story I'll tell
of the winged travellers eager

'twas one day
the wind guided him where to go
like an eagle high above he flew

Waving from down below
he flew out of sight
into the mystical darkness

Neither a smile nor a cry
I gave when he left
feeling my spleen decline
And hoping
one day we'd fly over
back to the places we once shared

Where vessels glide
in silky waves and of gold
deep in the gulf such planet lies

Surrounded by this universe
of love and hate
confusion breaks through and dwells

Cast a spell
from the old magic book
set a path
in the black magic box
something strange will happen
it will take you so far
So try...

We can fly
We have wings
We can touch floating dreams
Call me from
so far
Through the wind
And the light...

Someone came from the dark
over from the stars
protecting my heart from crying

Taken back by surprise
my traveller returned
What went wrong? Why did he change.