Swanheart

All those beautiful people, I want to have them all. All those porcelain models, if only I could make them fall. Be my heart, a well of love, flowing free so far above. A wintry eve, once upon a tale. An Ugly Duckling lost in a verse of a sparrows carol, dreaming the stars. Be my heart, a well of love, flowing free so far above. In my world love is for poets, never the famous balcony scene. Just a dying faith on the Heaven's gate. Crystal pond awaits the lorn, tonight another morn for the lonely one is born.