Little child, be not afraid. Though rain pounds harshly against the glass. Like an unwanted stranger. There is no danger. I am here tonight. . Little child, be not afraid.
Little child, be not afraid. The rain pounds harsh against the glass. Like an unwanted stranger. There is no danger. I am here tonight. . Little child.
She's holding a secret that she'll never tell,. She's holding a secret that she'll never tell,. Because the myth is not supposed to retire. We'd rather it lit itself on fire,.