Have you wished upon a star? Fickle hope born oh so far
Where the green grasses grow, On hillsides, bereft of fresh snow
I wish I could feel, The unbound joy, Of being called, The goodest boy
Bodies intertwined, Yours and mine
Have you seen my red heart? Have you felt its great pain? Have you tasted its loss? Have you seen its red mane? Though I love you dearly, I fear you have not, Truly seen what beast beats, Within this chest full of loss.