Am I a child of love
who knows who loved
prove me wrong
and I believe that a bond will last
and all I see is broken glass
and I stay on a holy ground
so thin it melts like ice
Almost free as a butterfly
one touch on my wings, I die
one touch on my wings, I die
Am I acting paranoid
just because I think too much
I've got my own way look at love
even though I'm a forest child
are we a cynical youth
are we a cynical youth
and I stay on a holy ground
so thin it melts like ice
almost free as a butterfly
one touch on my wings, I die
one touch on my wings, I die
we were born for love
we were born for love
but the world made us see