Don’t wish too hard on fallen light.
When darkness splits for moments,
we assume wonder.
But life burns brightest at the end
warmth we cherish is fate’s door sealed.
What’s blessed by a curse
cannot be held.
Don’t wish too hard on fallen light.
When darkness splits for moments,
we assume wonder.
But life burns brightest at the end
warmth we cherish is fate’s door sealed.
What’s blessed by a curse
cannot be held.