Walk along the path you know, not to stray lead by the things we do.
Wonder not of the worlds of pain and sadness you know not.
Stay in the light, dance with the fireflys and bask in the happiness you do know.
My sweet torn prince, fall not on your sword and drift to far.
Once you played in the feilds with angels and fiaries.
Now your path is littered with the bones of the dead, of the past.
Remember the warmth on your face, the light guiding your darkness.
My sweet torn prince, kiss not the tainted lips of the things you remember so foldly.
Walk the wicked path and find yourself again, Become whole again.
