Little Girl
Little girl, walk away
It's hard to tell you why the sky is turning red
Little girl, walk away
It's time to shut your eyes
The sun is growing pale
Spring will bloom out of ruins
If you have the guts to choose
Little girl, talk to me
When realms are made of glass
So easily they break
Little girl, talk to me
When buildings all collapsed
Your heart was turning grey
The taste of ash
In your mouth
Won't necessarily last
Soldier on
Face the storm
Fight to see another sun
It's hard to tell you why the sky is turning red
Little girl, walk away
It's time to shut your eyes
The sun is growing pale
Spring will bloom out of ruins
If you have the guts to choose
Little girl, talk to me
When realms are made of glass
So easily they break
Little girl, talk to me
When buildings all collapsed
Your heart was turning grey
The taste of ash
In your mouth
Won't necessarily last
Soldier on
Face the storm
Fight to see another sun
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Writer(s): Vianney Idlas
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