Steampianist
The Thing
A distant lullaby, dying from my sight
A glow is amiss, fleeting from my side
Oh why, oh why
Alone in a cruel world
Leaves me cold and curled

But then
Friends
Warmth
Eyes that gleam
A glow returned once more it seems

I want hair like yours
I want hands like yours
I want fingers that curl in the cold like yours

I want eyes to stare
And to cry
When I'm feeling scared like you
Just like you

Soft lullabies, never leave my side
Glowing warm fur and gleaming round eyes
Isolated no more
My friends
Don't struggle there is no point
You'll never be alone

From now
Friends
Warmth
Never leave
Struggling only makes the hugs much tighter

I want hair like yours, hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I'm feeling scared
Like you

I want hair like yours, hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I'm feeling scared
Like you