A walk of peace and blissful disregard ,

Her mornings sweet and often broad.

Silent Melodies carry those ears,

Of a distant dreamer who dreams to be.

The prodigal daughter has returned,

and with her brings disgrace.

The daughter has returned,

To rest a vessel case.

But thoughts will fade as faces do to.

And though the girl is lashed with stare

The Final whispers wandered away without care.