Little Planet Pig

hold my hand while we fly-over dream-land,

a microscopic conversation

providince sits laughing like a candle,

watching inside a window

we don't seem to have dreams, like a lever, only,

i got lost in my head, just above a whisper.

i feel sick inside my tree, so many take advantage.

a disguised cry so frank and lonely,

no one round to calm my hurting heart

i didn't wake, i only broke inside our head