Land of the Forgotten

Beyond the Sky
There is a place
On which we rest our heads
And dream a dream
That’s bitter sweet
Of a time we loved gone by
And at the edge
The waves do crack
Upon an ash-grey shore
And call us down
To the meeting place
And the universe we saw
We smell the smells
And feel the touch
Of things we had long forgot
We sailed our ships
Of pearl-white wings
As we left this land we adore