into a life you stumble
oh the days that fly
there’s candy in the wind
a heart comes riding by
the banshee hope again
she deftly blinds you to it all
and like every simple babe
before her you will fall
you shouldn’t be here
not the place for you
things here are broken
there’s no magic glue
don’t now play the harp
or cry of such bad things
there’s no love in dragons
nor life beneath their wings