Wind chimes ring out clear
Dispelling demons, and all fear
Simple wishes always come true
Childhood things you soon outgrow
 
Whenever you take a chance to dream
You see things are not as they seem
But images the world wants to see
As truth is as relative as it can be
 
Mental magics can harm and heal
While your innocence they work to steal
Your soul corrupts dark and stained
Put to rest from the past so pained
 
Simple things the work the best
Unless by cruelty they are put to rest
Alone slowly things begin to break
Testing your limits, pushing all you can take