Hidden somewhere deep inside a
Dark heaven, a treasure and a 
Storyteller,
Some butterflies swinging and
Some wantons kissing.

Hidden somewhere deep inside a
Traveller from a distant land,
A half sunk ship and a desert stretch and a hand that swings those sands to life.

Hidden somewhere deep inside a
Despair and a might, boundless Love in absolute wreck, a playground that is my classroom and eyes of my head.

The sharp ears knows of them, when
The howl of my inhale talks of them, as
The throbbing pulse knows them well, 
If I should die, would they still remain
These hidden somewhere deep within?