I built a castle made of sand Along the seaside shore. Each slab and turret made by hand, Each window and each door. I dug a moat along the sides

Through thicket brush and mountain… Through deep and emerald sea, Through valley lush and winter sig… She found herself back home to me. My love, my love, where hast thou…

In these four corners I can say Everything that I feel About the world, my life, or Things both fictional and real. In these four corners I can speak

This is where I used to live. This used to be my home. See the place I used to play Near the namesakes carved in stone… Listen closely, do you hear?

I still recall hiding Beneath the blankets of my bed, Trying hard but failing To get your voice out of my head, While listening to you complain

Ears to listen, eyes to see, Mouth to speak and heart to feel: You can’t deny that this is me, But surfaces are much less real Than what lays hidden underneath,

Just one of those days Where everything seems fine. Overcast skies and sunken in eyes You never take as a sign That the glory of morning

Only four springs have you grown, Yet judging from what you bemoan, And from the pleasures that you sh… You’ve proven everything you are. For you have only felt the warming