Come hither thee, young child of grace
To which the angels call down to earth...

The Raven's grasped in greedy hands
Into it's eye, she stabs the needle...

Turn
Back the hands of time I beg you...

I hear the knock of little fingers
I cackle with such glee...

When you close your eyes at night
And travel through your dreams...

Tiny razor, young friend of mine
Our two hearts are intertwined...

I smile and I laugh as I go through the day
Not one of my friends have a clue...

Mirror, Sacred Mirror
Why have thou forsaken me...

We see them sleeping in the alleys
Cardboard boxes are their homes...

Hark, ye, the hardened crest of fate
Into the depths of darkness plunge...

Upon the ear there comes a whisper
Tainted words that fail to ease...

The little bird upon the branch
spread her wings and took her chance...