Crossing high hills and deep vales br I heard my voice echoing in the dale br Where no one was present to hear br Life's peculiar story without fear br br Where distress and the failure's tide br Were rolling very high in the wide br play ground of this wierd life br Where less joy and happiness survive br br And there with love I built of clay br Castles of joy for me to play br For it helped my hopes to sway br In a tiny but in a fainly way br br But one day when I woke from sleep br I didn't see my castles deep br Which I kept close to my heart br As it was key for happiness start br br For the vicious waves of the sea br Feriously roared towards me br And only in the blink of an eye br washed away dreams that were high br br And left me alone in the vales br Where my voice was echoing in the dale br And no one was to share or hear br Life's peculiar story without fear.