Springtime in life
Don’t come but once
She wondered
As her youth faded
As she shrugged
From bedtime cold
It dawned upon
Her scarred face
The girl is no more
The woman has grown tall
Barefooted through
Barren lands
She and her star arose
Barefooted through
Barren lands
The woods
Will speak for her
And the graves
Be like clay
Moulded into
A forreigner’s mind
A core of crimson
Tidal wave
The blossoms of honey
And snow
Well like tears
From her eyes
She’s long gone
As her smell lingers on
She’s long gone
As her smell lingers on