The first word in my dreams I could clearly see Planet Eden high beyond the skies Beautiful and sad is this story I'll tell of the winged travellers eager 'twas one day the wind guided him where to go like an eagle high above he flew Waving from down below he flew out of sight into the mystical darkness Neither a smile nor a cry I gave when he left feeling my spleen decline And hoping one day we'd fly over back to the places we once shared Where vessels glide in silky waves and of gold deep in the gulf such planet lies Surrounded by this universe of love and hate confusion breaks through and dwells. Set a path. In the black magic box, something strange will happen, itwill take you so far. So try...We can flywe have wingswe can touch floating dreamsCall me from so far through the wind in the lightSomeone came from the dark over from the stars. Protecting my heart from crying. Taken back by surprise my traveller returned. What went wrong? Why did he die?