I'm conquered by these merry thoughts;
I dreamt a path, unwalked by the brave
this delusion.
Where I'm stained, I scrub with hope
only to bear a scar, I hide from fate.
I'm conquered by these merry thoughts;
A young girl should never stray
to the past before she's travelled to the moon.
I said to myself, in a whisper
hold your head high, tomorrow will be breeze.
I dreamt a path, travelled by perfection
where the sun touched my two feet.
A young girl should keep her eyes open
in front a mirror, close to her future.
I'm conquered by these merry thoughts;
The slope isn't curved,
covered in holes made to look enticing.
I kept away from love
and love kept calling me forth.
Where I'm stained, wishes are wild flowers
yellow, I'll be in the future.
So, so…
A young girl should keep on without doubt.
I dreamt a path, slow to happiness
but death a step away.