Текст песни
Embroidered with patterns, rich and grand
Adorned with a bow in a delicate hand,
Sprinkled with sparkles, she is deadly sad.
What’s left behind, long cast aside,
What future holds, no need to bide,
What is - she cannot change or guide.
It’s sad when you fear to speak your mind,
It’s sad when truth is hard to find,
It’s sad with no shoulder to lean and bind,
It’s sad with no soul you can truly confide.
She is in chrysalis, a silent plight,
Tangled with a thread, lost in the night,
And hidden within amber’s gentle light.
She’ll barely awaken, with weary eyes,
Rise and smile as the morning skies,
And let her soul spread its wings, arise.
It’s sad when you fear to speak your mind,
It’s sad when truth is hard to find,
It’s sad with no shoulder to lean and bind,
It’s sad with no soul you can truly confide.
Perhaps it’s right - the door is sealed,
A heart stitched up, from wounds concealed,
For life is short, a tale revealed.
So easy to drift, with no heavy thought,
To be carefree, in peace be caught,
Unknowing deceit, where shadows are wrought.
Pressure all around, doubts that arise,
Confusion and fear, silent cries
She fears the pain, where sorrow lies.
It’s sad when you fear to speak your mind,
It’s sad when truth is hard to find,
It’s sad with no shoulder to lean and bind,
It’s sad with no soul you can truly confide.
