In the tree tops where the wind does vent
where horses have speed and energy gets spent
where fairies get caught in goblin land
where woman have victory over man

In this land of never tell me what is told
where messages are screamed yet nothing is bold
where sex in some way is what gets sold
where you ask of what’s new and yes what’s old?


In this land of war- what is worn?
bodies get destroyed and medals get worn
hero’s are founded and hearts are torn
and it’s only life’s blood that still runs warm