Part of that world was a disappointment
Gifts are left for me to see,
While my father forbids it,
I make a decision to flee,
which causes my soul to split,
Oh how I want to be part of that world.
I swim with joy knowing i'll walk,
Until the day I make it to the top,
I am here but cannot talk,
With angry emotions I cannot stop,
From thinking oh, what have I done.
The suns burns like fire rested,
Yet this man walks with desire,
He sees me naked and is disgusted,
For I thought he was a buyer,
Oh how I regret being part of this world.
Time has passed and I want to go back,
No magic can make my dream come true,
Because of that witch crack,
I am sorry my father for the blue,
For I thought I would love the land back,
Now I am left with only gifts I was forbidden to view
Oh how I regret being part of this world.
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