• She walks into the star-filled sky
    Her eyelashes glimmer as she flutters her eyes
    She is as light as a feather, as cool as the snow
    The voice of an angel, a cloak of the night
    One may not know that there small voice
    is right.
    Her cyrstallic eyes may leave you aglow
    But inside her hunger is hard not to show
    With pain she holds a small suffered friend
    The feathers a veil to the agony she's in
    So do not be fooled by her angelic appearance
    For inside she's tougher then anyone's been.