Oliver-Thing
A distant lullaby
drying from my sight
A glow is amiss
fleeting from my side
Oh why, oh why
Alone in a cruel world
Leaves me cold and curled
But then
Friends
Warmth
Eyes that gleam
A glow retuned once more it seems
I want hair like yours
I want hands like yours
I want fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I feel scared like you
Just like you
Soft lullabies
never leave me side
Glowing warm fur and gleaming round eyes
Isolate no more
My friends
Don't struggle there is no point
You'll never be alone
From now
Friends
Warmth
Never leave
Struggling only makes the hug much tighter
I want hair like yours
hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I feel scared like you
I want hair like yours
hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I'm feeling scared
Like you