Besedila: Mirah. C'mon Miracle. Promise To Me.

There was a child who was born to be the one who comforts me
Who was born strong and brave and holy, loves me rough and tenderly
Can it be understood the reasons why you belong to me?

I need the steady of you and i'd give you anything
That i could cut with sweet precision from beneath my tender skin
There is a way, there is a way that you could save me from this

Would you promise to be kind?
Promise to be kind

The wind is ever faithful and it carves a solemn sword
Right through the hearts of the ungrateful who are always wanting more
There is a way, there is a way that you can help me

With the ramparts built so high
All the soldiers stuck inside
But this will fall away in time
If you promise to be kind
Promise to be kind
Promise to be kind