From Your Core

They whisper from my Core, and say come rest on us, we'll be your Island.

Oh, I'm here for you my Darling 
If you ever find a Need
If you'd like to make my Heart Sing 
I'm ready to be Freed

When you walk into the Room 
All the light begins to Change
Your like a witch upon her Broom 
With your thoughts you Rearrange

And I try to regain my Composure 
As to not leave any Clues 
Hoping no one saw my Exposure
Or get a hint of the tender Fumes

When the skies turn Cloudy
And your afraid it's going to Rain
No I wait at the door holding the Key
This golden door will free you of the Pain

You might think I am too Lofty
Far above the place you roam upon the Plain 
But I'll whisper to you Softly
To free you from your Mind and make you Sane

When your seas begin Disturbing
All that you've been working For 
Rest on my Island allow me to Bring 
You the Gift from your peaceful Core