Cynical Youth - Debrah Scarlett

Am I a child of love

who knows who loved

prove me wrong

and I believe that a bond will last

and all I see is broken glass

and I stay on a holy ground

so thin it melts like ice

Almost free as a butterfly

one touch on my wings, I die

one touch on my wings, I die

Am I acting paranoid

just because I think too much

I’ve got my own way look at love

even though I’m a forest child

are we a cynical youth

are we a cynical youth

and I stay on a holy ground

so thin it melts like ice

almost free as a butterfly

one touch on my wings, I die

one touch on my wings, I die

we were born for love

we were born for love

but the world made us see