Mists of Avalon

Looks like she tried harder just to escape But she lost and found herself in the midst of a desert Poor lady , she's so exhausted And anytime I guess she's ready to kick the bucket. But on her trying she finally found an unknown mountain. Her heart had stole by its green healthy surroundings She has already fallen and decided not to go From dark to desert , now let her deserve the GREEN. Months passed by, the green she used to love, Started to change its warmest and nurturing color From winter to autumn and autumn to spring Poor lady if I'm only a cupid I must hug her. Know that she's doing her best to find her peace And on her journey May she find her own Avalon On her way home.