The walls are high
And the bridges low.
To enter her heart,
Just follow the flow of the river below.
With trials and troubles
You'll have to sort through the rubble
To find your way into her secret bubble.
Inside lie the times gone by
With a soft, screaming lullaby
Telling what she's kept hidden inside
Through all those dark, lonely nights.
Patiently solemn she's been waiting
To meet the one that she's been craving.
The one that knows her heart's worth saving,
The one that's been forever waiting
To find another who's light was fading.
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