Rhiannon
Bluelighter
Embrace me as I would you expel
On perfect path I tripped and fell
Ill at the thought of hope and desire
Diverge until at the sharpest point
The sights thereat shall thee anoint
With tears once shed by not a dry eye
Replace the life with he who did die
The honest man, who lives to lie
Down with the dreamers and the hopeful
On perfect path I tripped and fell
Ill at the thought of hope and desire
Diverge until at the sharpest point
The sights thereat shall thee anoint
With tears once shed by not a dry eye
Replace the life with he who did die
The honest man, who lives to lie
Down with the dreamers and the hopeful
