A blind heart has no eyes no ears to hear kind tears
A tongue paints alibis, dreams calm fears
Truth is soon forgotten but lies become immortal
Memory prefers thrills now rotten that flow from mouth\'s portal
Intuition is a condition that a few listen to
A proposition to an inhibition that out of nothingness grew
So sleep my child, soft visions will take you away
To lands of chocolate that never melts under the heat of day