Forever in my changing eyes.
I see many strange and brilliant things.
I can see all except one's lies,
And the beauty is just in the wings.
A bit of luck that I have a heart.
A bit more lucky than that is that luck is even around.
I'll keep that thought alive until death rips me apart,
But of course there is an era for me to become unbound.
There are two things more powerful than a magic spell.
There is love, and there is luck, and they have equal growth.
I shall let you in on a secret, but promise you won't tell.
These two things are more powerful as one, and I have both.
Yes; It is true that those who hold both mean no harm.
Because I treasure nothing more than my good luck charm.