Not sure how good this is (or how accurate to the exact plot, haha) but I enjoyed writing it in a little rush of inspiration. I've never even properly played Ocarina of Time but I am still having Feelings about this small elf child.
This loosely started life as a re-filk to the melody of PhemieC's "Daughter of God", and the scansion on the verses probably does still fit, lol.
The past is a place with a smile on her face
Her cheeks wreathed in green as she offers her grace
In a melody sung from the clay in your hands
That carries her with you to outsiders' lands
She says that she'll always be there when you call
But out on your own now you're standing so small
You're guided and pointed and prodded and led
By goddesses, fairies and girls in your head
And your hands grip the sword and you close your eyes waiting
You don't know what for, but it's already fading
And you can't go back, you can go back, you can go back, you can't go back home...
The future's a temple as still as a grave
And a place where you go when you're too young to save
The whole world that a girl has put into your hands
Long before you were old enough to understand
There's a face in the mirror they're saying is you
And your shadow has disappeared into the blue
You struggle in circles; you're drowning in doubt
And searching for someone to show the way out
And your hands find the sword, and you close your eyes waiting
The years melt away but the passage of time isn't fading
And you can go back, you can't go back, you can go back, did you go back home...?
The past is a neighbor whose fences you climb
And the future's a house where the people inside
Have grown lonely and worn out and weathered with age
The martyr, the fighter, the secret, the sage
The hand of a stranger that strums in the glen
He takes off his mask and you're back there again
To the girl in the garden, a folly of two
Here's power, here's wisdom, we're waiting on you
And her hands find the notes, and you close your eyes waiting
What choice do you have when you feel the past fading?
But you can't go back, you can't go back, you can't go back, you can't go back home...
This isn't home, no...
The past is a place with a smile on her face
The belies the dead present gone without a trace
A melody sung from the clay in her hands
Delivers you into an outsider's lands
And you can never go back home
And you can never go back home
And you can never go back home
And you can never go back home