Special Thanks to White-wolf2

I worked on trust
From the bottom of my heart
But for some reason
They left, and I'm without

I role the dice and let them fall
I live my life, not a care at all

The Daughter of Nine was the hand
The leather cup, my life
The wine, so sweet brought it back
I couldn't live, not with out a fight

I try to hide, this luck of fate
I try to run, from the golden gate

The heron danced upon the moon
I ran from him
I ran for my safety
From the colors of *Taveren*

Do I hid my life from the cry of the wheel
Does it care of my thoughts, or how I feel

These things take me to the dusk and dawn
Someone help me from my memories
Please release the gaps that were filled
And let me hang for my fantasies