No pointed icicles to puncture
But holding the heart in wonder
Tasty with a touch of berries
Lights rotate green tiny fairies
Oh your ship sails with liberties
Letters to a children who writes
Say you are learning new hats
With the white swans into songs
Living longing for the art cries
Darling lets dance in mornings
Not with loss in your heart
Let your spirit rise
Do not shed a tear
Never do you cry
I am there for you
Dream can be true
Never do you cry
Do not shed a tear
But holding the heart in wonder
Tasty with a touch of berries
Lights rotate green tiny fairies
Oh your ship sails with liberties
Letters to a children who writes
Say you are learning new hats
With the white swans into songs
Living longing for the art cries
Darling lets dance in mornings
Not with loss in your heart
Let your spirit rise
Do not shed a tear
Never do you cry
I am there for you
Dream can be true
Never do you cry
Do not shed a tear
