I've always wanted to have a child or plant a tree or write a book
The true ways of ending eternal
But a sort of underlined out manner of doing things
I'll write a song
Maybe an album
Da da da da da da da da da da
Some tunes will even be slow
And some words
might be too clever by half
I will try,
I will try I will try
to look my best and show my feelings for once
I'll let you see them,
I won't mind
Cause in the end,
these things don't even matter
I should've known that choice would be hard and
I should've known between choice and regret,
regret's way too vitaler
The minstrel sights overwhelm me
It's sad to see how much I've left undone
The minstrel sights are magic
It's hard to let things go when they've not
been Goodbye
minstrel sights
Goodbye minstrel sights Till another life
Peace and don't be scared of dying