I lost my clam to the sea,
I thought I'd lost it all, honestly.
But little did I know, that really,
I had a pretty
white pearl left for me.
My pearl, precious and prised.
I'll have to protect it, that I advised.
Cherish it,
be there for it,
like a shelter,
be its confidant, please, I feel obliged.
He reminds me of him, that I realised.
His being, his aura, his voice harmonised.
As though he has a piece of his heart like I do, crystallised.
I will not let the sea take this pearl, not now, not ever.
I will keep it safe, always and forever.
It will have to drown me first.
I'd rather die than give into thirst.
The void can stay distant, don't bite.
The pearl is precious, like rare malachite.
Innocent and pure and white.
Gentle aura, vanilla light.
I must let it glimmer
and shimmer
like silver.
Shield it from the darkness of the world,
Inside a diamond bubble, curved and curled.
I will remember your value, my little pearl,
you mean the whole world,
I will be your still when the world
is in one blurry whirl.
Little, silver pearl,
you mean the whole world,
you mean the whole world.
