Mental Home - The Vale

As I'm drawing autumn rain,
Drops like tears're falling down.
Window with dried rose,
I am back to my remains.
With a candle unseen in my hand,
I have passed through the wall.
Do you feel waves of wind?
I am here my little Queen.

Call me now, I'm in your air.
Take me down, I wish you there.
Pick the stars and wash your face.
Touch my soul in last embrace.

So I'm reading in your eyes,
Suffer drowns in painful love.
I remember morning calm,
As I climb to shimmering stars.
Maybe you feel the same
In a deep of subconscious mind.
Dream together in mental,
I am here tonight to vale with you.

As the angels make the call,