As her sandals walk
the dusty trail
Her mind is hidden
behind her veil
π
They say she has
a heart of thorns
They shout
she is daemon born
π
She is just a girl
lost in time
The subject
of this little rhyme
As her sandals walk
the dusty trail
Her mind is hidden
behind her veil
π
They say she has
a heart of thorns
They shout
she is daemon born
π
She is just a girl
lost in time
The subject
of this little rhyme