Ravashing Solace.

It was impeccable to be told such thing
Its charm and innocence coveted the way
Oh! The bashful essence would try to transcend the sight
Hide your solace from the pain dear child
My, oh, my! Pray it won’t be too late now

Emerge from the devastated ground and take a look around
How fragile our sanctuary is; how ravishing the insanity has become
Pray and sleep little thing
Sleep and pray for it to pass
I’ll hold your dreams and kiss goodbye
For I shall sail into the night