In the Langelot family, devotion to happiness is deep-seated. Right when Rose and Henry met, they were amazed by the range of possibilities that were offered to them, the chance to light up with ... [+]
Glory to the Highest
A little girl was born.
Ventured into the world,
To the best parents of all.
Never have they thought,
Relationships rot.
Her mother was a tiger,
Her dad was a wolf,
She wanted to be a parrot,
Free, wild, and more.
She spread her wings,
She embraced her traits,
She ran and ran,
But it was a cul-de-sac.
Birds don't fly,
They say, Birds don't belong to the sky.
Birds get fed,
In the loving little shed.
So she stayed in the cage,
Because glory to the Highest
He was King.
He decides it all,
You don't fret,
He provides the plan
What is regret?
When She wasn't even meant.
And there she stood,
Gazing up into the sky
She remembers what they say,
Love conquers all the pain.
Love conquers, yes,
Love conquers freedom,
Realism, individualism.
Love is collective
They let her believe,
She was only loved when she felt neglect.
Years gone by,
She forgot how to fly.
Half tiger she was,
The other half was wolf.
What happened to the parrot?
Oh they don't do much.
Parrots are pretty,
But what else do they produce?
Lions are tough,
Wolves are rough.
"I lived up to their pride,"
she told her ride-or-die.
But if you cut her open
What is inside?
Flesh and flesh
There is nothing left.
Who is this girl?
They ask,
She's no different from the rest.
Well here she stood,
Cleaning up the mess
in the verses she writes,
those represents her life.
A little girl was born.
Ventured into the world,
To the best parents of all.
Never have they thought,
Relationships rot.
Her mother was a tiger,
Her dad was a wolf,
She wanted to be a parrot,
Free, wild, and more.
She spread her wings,
She embraced her traits,
She ran and ran,
But it was a cul-de-sac.
Birds don't fly,
They say, Birds don't belong to the sky.
Birds get fed,
In the loving little shed.
So she stayed in the cage,
Because glory to the Highest
He was King.
He decides it all,
You don't fret,
He provides the plan
What is regret?
When She wasn't even meant.
And there she stood,
Gazing up into the sky
She remembers what they say,
Love conquers all the pain.
Love conquers, yes,
Love conquers freedom,
Realism, individualism.
Love is collective
They let her believe,
She was only loved when she felt neglect.
Years gone by,
She forgot how to fly.
Half tiger she was,
The other half was wolf.
What happened to the parrot?
Oh they don't do much.
Parrots are pretty,
But what else do they produce?
Lions are tough,
Wolves are rough.
"I lived up to their pride,"
she told her ride-or-die.
But if you cut her open
What is inside?
Flesh and flesh
There is nothing left.
Who is this girl?
They ask,
She's no different from the rest.
Well here she stood,
Cleaning up the mess
in the verses she writes,
those represents her life.