In the middle of the endless woods
Where no ones live
There is a lake
The lake of mirracles
Oh so beauty, with the full moons shining in the still warter
Stitting by the bank and dreaming
Dreaming of you
Fot the last time
The warter splinter
And you ascend from the deep in all your beauty
And I know I love you again
Reach my hand out
To touch you
The burning arrow apperes in the dark
Spiked you
A second you stand in pain
Your body dissolved
And Transform into 1ooo´s of small drops
You are gone
The lake is quiet again
So near, and anyway so far away