Thirteenth Heart
Oh sunshine, you tease me from the window of this ivory tower. Fair leaves, why do you beckon me from distant trees, like tender little fingers waving me into a world that I cannot enter.
On my brow rests a crown, on my name a priceless dowry; Why has no Prince come for my hand? Why no knight to defend my honor?
Alas, I wait, a bird in a cage, until my love frees me.
I am half-sick of Shadows...
On my brow rests a crown, on my name a priceless dowry; Why has no Prince come for my hand? Why no knight to defend my honor?
Alas, I wait, a bird in a cage, until my love frees me.
I am half-sick of Shadows...