Karl Blau Goodbye Little Song
Goodbye little song, here comes my headstrong misery
I tell you, my little song carved in this head some melody
So bye, little song, take off into the world so bleak
I prithee, find all along flowers and rain to wash your hands and feet
Give not another glance back into the prisons that enslaved you
May some day you see me as a prism that reflects you
Right little wrong, letting us hear how you have grown
Into your own little song
Give not another glance back into the prison that enslaved you
May some day you see me as a prism that reflects you
Right little wrong, letting us hear how you have grown
Into your own little song