Moonstone of Love

Imagination rises, in the darkest hours, the cobalt blue haven, the chill of the cool air, stumbling over stones

I am a free spirit, I am a lost soul, though, I know where I should go, to the fruits of the trees, uphill, to the mountains

Where I will rest my feet, and the great moonstone, will talk to me, and tell me where to go next, as this is my choice

This is my land, where I lost my love, I shall find him once again, where the iridescent light shines upon my face, I shall rejoice

The silver wolf will lead me to you, and our arms shall collapse as one, to hold on to yesterday, to hold on to tomorrow

Forever leaving behind the devils shadows, only the good spirits of joy, of faith, until the moonstone strikes you in the heavens towers

I shall no longer stumble, I shall no longer bleed, I shall know no other, for the Cherokee never give up hope, only fools powers

Would drive me away, the mountain top will look down, and my soul shall be found, with the embrace of your shoulders

I will kiss the moon drops, as they fall down to bless us, as my heart will no longer be weepy, and my veins will come back to life