With all you can bear;
Sing my advent psalm,
To light you somewhere.
Firefly, lead her please,
Connect my old root;
Gently as a kiss,
My forbidden fruit.
Speak up lil' lady,
"Is this the way home?"
Know it's uncanny,
'Tis not in your tome.
Time pass by like rain,
But here I shall stay;
Like a paper crane,
Made by their own way.
"Is this the way home?"
Know it's uncanny,
'Tis not in your tome.
Time pass by like rain,
But here I shall stay;
Like a paper crane,
Made by their own way.
