Twilight dances within her eyes
And there is a promise of paradise
When with one glimpse, she seems to say
Things, that would lead mortals astray.
But, you say, she's hardly lived
She's still a child, a dream untouched
She cannot foresee her world
Burning down with lies and trials.
Could it be that you and me are wrong
And she's more than a bird, a song?
Could it be that she knows,
Just how to side-step shadows?
And she will look back, without getting burnt
And with her laughter, turn sorrows around.
