I’d rather be a stranger
Cloaked in mystery,
Living in a fairytale.
Is it love or an illusion,
Will the passion last, once satisfied?
Will life be so much less blissful,
Bonded to you,
where before I only stumbled by chance?
So when I struggle
When i lose my success,
Which covers me like an amulet
Said to ward off danger,
will I find again my soul?
I’ll cross the banks back through hell,
And find myself on the other shore.