The Sugar Sprite

The Sugar Sprite is not the one to blame Although I was ashamed to call her name I didn’t want to lose her By the fact I might abuse her But the calling was to choose her Just the same The Sugar Sprite is not so good for me Although I like to keep her company I call her in the morning And she stays without a warning With an attitude of scorning Prophecy The Sugar Sprite is still within my room Her whisper is the reason for my gloom I know she is my sorrow For the sugar that I borrow But my fate is still tomorrow Or my doom.