we were going to keep his hopes up
I smiled, they hugged
I touched, when we cried

I cried out all my children laughs
the times when we slept
on rooftops and between dry weed

but now we dance
" trance music makes the fairies dance "
so repeat if remembered
and take any chance


but a skin so brown
when he looks like chocolate
when melting his body down
someone felt sick of it
but started breathing again
on its own 


then left the last piece
for the ones that waited for so long








( "" part is from cocorosie's - fairy paradise )