Seven ravens sing your dark chorus,
In the garden of dorian gray.
But pay no mind to the arousing song,
For they always fade away.
The morning comes without here glory,
The wake is slow to rise.
Is this how you'd like to live your story,
With a fog over you eyes,
Blind to the day?
If I could shake you from this darkness.
If I could just understand.
If I could write a song to lift you spirits.
Maybe lend the strength of heart in hand.
And now I say.
You are mistaken.
You're a daughter of the sun.
Your life is just as you take it.
It's what you make it nothing more.
You must awaken.
You've been sleeping so long.
You life is passing you by.
You can't ignore it.