Not Jim Morrison



Lions in the street roaming
Alias Horse bit foaming

Where is the bird that took flight?
Not long ago was it right ,
to a path that leads
that bird after her night?

Where does it go that path if right?
Does she hear me calling through the night?

Against the winds of silence and unbelief
the saddened Alias moans with grief

Will the real bird come back again
to start a new life with him
will it bring pleasure or pain
only fate knows
if we keep our hearts open again

Two soft hearts may melt again
into kisses that feel like bliss
Soft hearten Angel that took flight
enlighten me with your light

Sweet wings that blew away
the real bird may come my way

Circle around on your flight
tables turn to shine lovelight
that leads the bird's path to me

Alias soul open to see
that angelic bird flying back to me


I ღ♥LOVE♥ღ you the best
The Angelic Bird of Happiness
Bring on your path sweet kisses of bliss
back to the nest of loving bliss

Through sweet ages... you and me
lovelights shine eternity

Alias birds on the flight
of all time and land and sight.