Blow The Candles out

Seek The Stars up high

Watch the glowi9ng enamel

Pray Before you die

The beauty is the word

The thought is the gem

See the shooting star

And never cry Again

Woe befall to me

Learn to dance upon the air

I see her ebony eyes

And the more I just don't care

For the beauty is the word

The thought was the gem

Blocking out light

For new life to begin

What needs to be done

What wish shall I grant

Upon crystal blue waters

A lovely spell-song enchant

For the lovely ties of life

The breaking bonds of strife

Shall not keep me from death

And all that is nigh