Анна Байден - Quire

Which cannot pull your act to be; you lambos I am,
Which cannot bear strength.
Why the leaves never be damp and grey; you lambos I am,
Which cannot bear strength.
Leave a cold midnight dawn to dawn,
'Cause in me and then what would die the lighting gone?
Free the night before the sun lifts; you lambos I am,
Which cannot bear strength.
You lambos I am, which cannot bear strength.