To turn the scotching sun down..
Awaken the glow of moonlight hour..
In sleepy hallow..
With candle lighting, courtesy of..
Provided by the firefly, free before dawn ..
When did love become my quest..
My run a mile and to, with skips of beat..
With heart's drums beats, in sounds alike ..
What's with the adrenaline feel ..
Pounding for the sight of her aurora .
Yea though, thought by man ..
To walk through fire balls, on bare foot ..
And of her perserved weakness..
In man's thinking, religion plays it part ..
I became undone in her presence ..
And my Achilles hill ..
Keys, of my heart's vulnerability ..
Given to her by The Maker ..
What did she do ..
To bring the scotching sun down..
With candle lighting, courtesy of..
Provided by the firefly, free before dawn..
What did she do..
