Dreams of a Thousand Years

Some say the rivers run deep
The soil made of charcoal ash
Follow the transparent blue flow
There you will find what you're looking for

Hurry now before it disappears
Engulfed by the ground beneath
The clear blue will begin seeping
Navigating its way through the pores of black

By then it would have been too late
The path to redemption no longer visible
The lines of fate lost
Your hands are your most faithful map

The old lady creeps up from her ball
Tells this to the young girl who for years
Has been searching for her lost soul
The girl quickly gets up in a rush to find her soul

The old lady shakes her head
Little lady... what you're looking for
Is in the land where the colors cannot be seen
Look inside the crevices
Remember me?

The old lady wakes up
Lying alone in her bed
One single tear from her eyes
Lets her know within her
Her soul lies.