• A shallow mind behind a pretty face
    A sparrow so blind to disgraceful lies
    To find one so low within our own kind
    wrapped in lace, though Divine Grace makes her glow
    takes so much to swallow. It's heartbreaking.
    Earth-shaking art faking tear-making trash
    Crashing through each turn she's taking again
    She has to learn what makes her stomach churn
    It's not me. It's the burn of memory.
    But she wont see past seas of pale distress
    I confess, I failed to fix everything
    and the sharp ring of madness shapes this tale
    When she cries, the endeavor is tragic
    Her magic will stay with me forever