Liebling

In a fragile moment
A mermaid leaves her shadow in her bed
The way a lie can leave a scar
Inside a fragile child's head
The way an illusion that feeds itself
Is sent to the grave instead

The sparkle in an angel's eye
Fades with the departure of innocence
The way a smile can fade in the absence of romance
The way the truth escapes the lips of the devil during a dance

Pretending things are fine
And knowing things are right
Is nothing but a game
Played by fools afraid of the light
Like a woman who gives her heart
To a madman on a windy night

If you spin around you'll see
The fading candles that once seemed bright
An invisible scar that few can see
Through the trees on a windy night

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