On the following friday as I turned out

the light

Grandma' came and knocked at My

door

"Wake up King, wake up My dear

I am gonna show You about the house

of Amon"

It is time for tea, it is time again

"Even Your mother is present

We made her sleep in My rocking

chair"

At first I felt really scared but there

was no reason to

As I saw the knife sneaking out from

Grandmother's dress

Then it cut a tiny wound in My

mother's little hand

It is time for tea, it is time again

Blood was running into the tea pot,

then I heard "THEM" laugh

"A bit of this in a cup of tea, is what it

takes to set "THEM" free

You will hear "THEM" telling stories

from far beyond this earth"

What I saw and what I heard made me

want to stay and learn

I really hope this dream will never

end, it's hard to describe the kind of

feeling that went on in My mind

A paradise

Hearing "THEIR" stories and feeling

"THEIR" warmth

We laughed with tears in our eyes

From the first cup of tea, to the last

drop of blood

Nothing seemed to matter at all

anymore

My Mother? She didn't exist to me,

Oh I felt so heavenly

It is time for tea, it is time again