When my people die, there’s a legend we become stars
To shine out in the dead of night to hold back the dreaded dark.
Perhaps this is only a fairytale to heal a griever’s scars
But I believe that only such braves souls could leave that kind of mark.
When my people die, there’s a legend we become stars
To shine out in the dead of night to hold back the dreaded dark.
Perhaps this is only a fairytale to heal a griever’s scars
But I believe that only such braves souls could leave that kind of mark.