born upon a blossoming day
In the village, near a tree
they were expecting only one, mearly me
who would have known, on these foothills of day
that I'd be better suited off by night, in such a way
Enticed by the devils trance
only forced to do a sinful dance
that'd be the only price I'd have to pay
floating above the sinful waters
feeling like nothing matters, in a way
hoping to end my work at the end of the day,
so at night I can go out and play
feeling these things I have never felt before
wondering how I could have not known this,
why have they kept this from me?
what have I done today that I have been forbidden to do before?
