To Be Treated Right

Oh we are what we are when in danger
And we are as we stand head in hands.
When a friend brings to light on a cold silver night
You can stare your fate right into his hand.
To his hand.
Oh we are what we are when the lanturn?
Be the soul on in gardens of land.
And theres always advice on a cold winters night
Like your dreams are just an island in the sands.
Way out in the sand.