If you are real please do not hurt me
My heart might be made of steel
But will melt the instant our eyes meet
Like lava does before turning into stone

If you are real please do no not hurt me
I might know how to fly
But my wings are made of dreams
The moment I wake up they will vanish into dust

If you are real please do not hurt me
I might be wise as the oldest tree
But my secret lies in the roots
If they dry out I will no longer be

If you are real please do not hurt me