Brave the White Rabbit
Don't brave the white rabbit
For he has lost a sense of time
And has set for us a foolish path
He runs late in search of brilliance
So darling, let us not be fooled
And if I speak a different path
Trust that I will never stray you
Search for my fingers, they lie inside the distant shore
Just hear for my voice and you will know where I am
Look for my hands inside the trees
Their palms will lift away this weary path
And forge for you a golden road
But if a stubborn hour brings gloom to a sky above
Please don’t fright
For my hands will mold for you a moon
And may the sun shine wherever you go
So a rabbit once lost, may find again his brilliance
And his broken clock may heal a fractured past
It held our brilliance and
His time healed all things