The moon that she was promised
Has crumbled into dust,
The stars that she was told she owned
Turned to decay and rust
But then, she started life anew,
And found, to her delight
That all these things are beautiful
When someone gives them
Right
The moon that she was promised
Has crumbled into dust,
The stars that she was told she owned
Turned to decay and rust
But then, she started life anew,
And found, to her delight
That all these things are beautiful
When someone gives them
Right