so much useless passion
killed the toughest ones
Cursed child of light
darkness couldn't stand when
light blessed you hard
And life hit you hard
stones everywhere
but I see you're still there
You're burning child, you burn
you cannot understand
what makes your bare feet hurt
Rocks cut you good
your quiet steps bleeding
you walk and sing with birds
Cursed child of light
casting away the shadows
back to their damned troupes
Troupes scream, swear and cry
they die in their smoke
there's fresh air after all
No more shadows on your back
the grass is clean, soft and wet
you flow and glow like morning water
