The Elixir1 min 448 1 min 448
Your love is the elixir,
The ultimate potion I look for
To heal my wounded body and soul.
In the world full of pain and sorrows,
Suffering is inevitable.
When time is the raging monk,
Misfortune often hits and runs off,
When my hands are cuffed
Behind my back,
My wings are clipped on,
Hopes and desires are left behind
Like fractured bones,
I am more than being wounded,
Bruised, scarred, and impaired.
Nothing is left to be claimed as mine,
No star is left in my sky to
Glitter and shine,
Neither tears are left to be rolled,
Nor dreams are left to be unfurled.
To seize my pain and tears,
I wish to be curled in your arms.
Your touch is the magical balm,
Your love is the elixir
I need to heal my
Wounded body and soul.