Madness In A Little Box- Life

The Madonna of pain, madness of a butterfly Sister of the moon, daughter of the sky The dance of the morning, a chance of the wild The whispers of darkness, the cruelty of the child

A Zenith of a man, shallows of his cry Stories of fear and memoirs of a toy Incense of a tear, his flames of joy Grips that bore his soul Strings who freed his whole

And all that makes a mad man sigh Are all born from your roving eye So go take the universe along your beat Go put anklets in your feet

Feel the wind caressing your freedom Let it take away your demons Go, the stars will be your mirror And they’ll fire your passion’s quiver The breeze will dance with you And the love shall always remain true…