They call her Blossom
They call her winterstorm
They call her blade sharp
They call her soft, and silky
Like a rock, to the ground, she falls hard, harder then them all
Like a colourful bu*terfly, she flies high, higher then them all
They call her winterstorm
When someone's hurting, she will be the one, crying the most
When someone's happy, she will be the one, dancing the wildest dance
She'll be the one dancing
She'll be the one dancing
She'll be the one dancing the wildest dance
She'll be the one dancing
Be the one dancing
Be the one dancing the wildest dance
They call her Blossom
They call her winterstorm
They call her blade sharp
They call her soft, and silky