One too many people live a life in sorrow

Tis unfortunate that happiness and joy is not to borrow

It grows within and plants its seed inside, heaven sent.

Blessing the air with peace, a passionate spirit in which is so vibrant.

I, I am made of fairy dust.

Collect the soft drops of rain,

or capsule your tears in jars of pain

The breeze dances with your hair, like soulmates intertwined

Once so full of hatred, now so sweet, so gentle and forever mine.

You, you are made of fairy dust.

The stars collide when we interlock our bodies, our legs and our eyes,

Show weakness and vulnerability, and confess your love to me, as will I.

The dew on the lawn looks like the tears on your cheek,

For when I’m gone and descend to the light, you’ll dream of me.

We, we are made of fairy dust.