For all the decorations in the world
the one felt by our hearts is the one and only needing no show off
Heavy or light, splendid or dull
It is all ours to be felt
No comments, discouragement nor anything else outside of our kingdom would ever matter
But it is ours to trust, not anyone else in this world to believe in
Tricky and bewildering sometimes
and perhaps why no one could ever get this far
It almost would take a fairy tale or magic spell to get to where we are
Yet it could all goes back to pumpkin
when midnight strikes
Our ever fragile and delicate pieces of mind
sometimes just needs to be baked as a pumpkin pie
