Ephemeral Void

From mysterious valleys
They cross with grace and might
Roaming souls of April until they find a home

In the hues of April's dawn
Where frost fades and dreams are drawn
As winter's grasp yields to light
A new season spawns like a sigh

And they find a home

In the trail of your inner abyss you sway
April's children, try to win come what may
Join the cosmic tide
To find the sense of life

Not just look, but diving deep
Your fervor, a fire, intense and steep
So finely wrought, a sight to hold
A springtime masterpiece, tales untold

A soul of valor, bold and grand
With a mesmerizing stand
Seductive lure, without disguise
Entrancing me under passion's rise

Under passion's rise

In the trail of your inner abyss you sway
April's children, try to win come what may
Oh oh
What may
Oh oh
What may

An ephemeral void

In the trail of your inner abyss you sway
April's children, try to win come what may
To find the sense of life