• Sliver water tricks down her cheeks,
    A silver moon as her eyes,
    A cold lonely voice breaks as she speaks,
    She uses the clouds as her disguise,
    She looks upon the lifeless sparks,
    So dark and cold so quiet and still,
    As her torch of white lights up the dark,
    Her tears run down and earth they fill,
    But as the days go longer and stop,
    She will disapear,
    As time goes round and round the clock,
    As the night is filled with fear.