clap your hands if you believe
you don't have faith and it's killing me
my world is the real world
and the real world is His
tinúviel
the nightingale
precious and unheard
gracious and neglected
day breaks and i am alone
night falls and i am alone
my thoughts my only company
pure, patient, polite and perverse
a mystic
a fire-breather
a child of Eru
tea time comes and He is alive
He is alive, and He will bring the spring.