The Curse
We've heard the tale since we were young, heard the song that have been sung about an evil spell. Someone beautiful is cursed we feel sad through every verse till a kiss and all is well. The message that no one can see is dearer to someone like me...
There is no curse or evil spell worse than one we give ourselves. There is no sorcerer as cruel as the pround angry fool. And yet we cry life isnt fair. Beneth our cries the truth is there. The power that will break the spell, we should know very well, is locked within ourselves.
The story is old we know it well, about a retched evil spell. The power that will break the spell is locked within myself.
There is no curse or evil spell worse than one we give ourselves. There is no sorcerer as cruel as the pround angry fool. And yet we cry life isnt fair. Beneth our cries the truth is there. The power that will break the spell, we should know very well, is locked within ourselves.
The story is old we know it well, about a retched evil spell. The power that will break the spell is locked within myself.