Lonely Lady
The lady clutched in her hand a blue glass crystal ball
The outside world she'd never see-inside her mind she'd crawl
She never saw another soul except the deformed hand
He'd gaze into her innocent eyes and tell her of the land
Then one day a visitor came, a raven bird on wing
Whose songs of sheer insanity to her he'd always sing
"Little raven bird, little raven bird
Why don't you please come and sing me a song?
I have no one to talk to besides the deformed hand
Who just tells me of the land
I need some company, oh please!
Why don't you stay with me?!
Why don't you stay with me?!
Why don't you stay with me?!
Why don't you stay with me?!"
Autor(es): Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin
