the skylark summons the dead to rise as you watch with cloudy, wishful eyes
our sisterhood survives throughout the dark they will never silence our voices when we call to the tune, the world rejoices
wild child, living in a fantasy wild child, the myth lives on within you wild child, you create your own dreams wild child, enchant them do what you do
the white cat knocks over the lamp with a smile a sea of tears flows from your eyes as deep as the Nile a mirage is in sight, a vision it seems the fabric of your sadness is ripped at the seams we weave a spell together, fashioned stitch by stitch you look to me and laugh, mischievous like a witch
our sisterhood still lives on through the dark as we wait for the time to leave our mark they will never silence our voice when the world calls our tune we will rejoice
fuera puera, vivens in autem fantasia fuera puera, quod fabula vitae on intra vos furea puera, vos creo tuus agnosco somniums fuera puera lamia facio qualis vos facio
I tried with the Latin, please message me telling me how to fix it if a false translation bothers you! thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. blessed be