Fighting a cougar somewhere in the mist Dead silence all around Searching for those rubies amongst a field of blinding white Street lights ting this clouded kingdom yellow
My eyes are not the mirror you see yourself in I fear that mirror has become distorted over time Then I will be the maid who's duty it is to polish that mirror
Wrapped fabric from distant lands, sewn by the most experienced labourers Assembled and grown by those who devoted their lives to its protection This gift has lived as long as I
Eyes of sapphire, hair softer than silk And a heart of gold to match That mermaid at the front of the ship? She is nothing compared to me But it’s not my skin that makes me beautiful