The Song Unsung
Have a little faith in me
Just a little I ask of you
The sensation of fragile flowers
Like the wind blows in your hair
Crimson hides and my sleep flies
I circle round and round
I know the way leads me right back
To you! Only you.
I lay on this imperfect ground when
I see your light in the sky
Forbidden it may be to dream
Oh! How naive of me to think you
Would hear this soul's scream
I can do better, hear me you!
Have a little faith in me
Only a little I ask of you
Won't you?
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