worth

Am I worthy or am I not

That is my question, to the spinning top.

Who am I, that I was choosen?

This young, naive little woman

in want of an ocean.

Can I be trusted with this great weight

Holding it here beyond the gate

Free to flee across the lands

holding it in my little hands

Further we go out into the night

Changing course midway into our flight

I bare you unto this far away land

hoping that I will deliver you

into a much securer hand

Oh, little child so dear to me

I hope and hope that you'll be free.