My lovely light, shining so bright.
I'll keep you pure inside my heart.
Safe inside, my embrace so tight.
We can begin at the start.
So you won't have to fight.
Keep you here so you won't get hurt.
I'll replace them and cite you myself.
So no need to fear.
...
I must go, I need go, for my people.
You can't keep me locked in your heart like a steeple.
You can't keep me here like sepal.
People are flawed, you can't keep me pure.
I can assure, that I won't fall, to the insanity of the bloodshed.
I know to well, I've seen it all before, I've seen it paint my town red.
Fire, everywhere, I could of sworn they were a pire.
Oh the pyre, screaming.
So let me go, this is dire.
For my people.
...
What do we do?
What do we do?
We need a light!
One that shines brighter then our desire, one so bright!
One that won't be infected by the humans desires that are like a blite.
Put the people to peace, happy with blithe.
One that truly resembles the name of Blythe.
A hero!
A saving light!
A pillar for the weak!
One that shines bright.