She sang like a nightingale Like a mother to a child She shone like dew on a meadow In the merest light of dawn In a time of need and whispers A whole new world came to her Neither asked nor wished for it The Weaver made her a shrouding
In her early years she lost it all Grief enough for one to share But the care of a King enhanced her will She rose again and bravely carried on
She saw the days embraced By her hopes and dreams She saw the nightly sky Open it's diamond eyes
The truth and the lies together The daggers and the tongues Made her grow like a rose Among the thousand thorns She broke her shackles And threw them into the sea Of never ending dreams Eternal home for the forever lost
She raised her wings from the earth And flew towards the Sun Great White against the clouds Made her shine within
She prayed against her dread And hoped once more She cried and stood in the storm At the hour of great loss
She consumed the fear of her kin And believed once more She cast away the storm To love and to dream again