7 acessos
When I was little, I started to wish upon a star
By the blue light of the moon a passing angel whispers this lullaby
*If you hold up this feather, you can probably fly by yourself
The next story begins when the bells chime, Uh
I walk in the darkness, search around with my hands, in order to live
Now that I'm an adult, I was given the light of the moon so that I can do anything
Holding this precious scent close to me
I look up, and can't hear, the song I was taught
*Repeat