Ever on from that first moment on
Vainly trying to catch a glimpse...

Silence-in the quiet eternity of th'ethereal night
in heavenly places that are only there for you to...

Make a wish and dream a star
may this little princess see...

Walking through a field of roses
Shivering at every single touch...

Roses with no right to flourish
standing out in a withered field...

Written around 8 or 9 syllables per line
Hair as golden strings of a harp...

Most lines are about 8 syllables, altough some are...
Through this door I went...

As frozen angels in the sky
With faded feelings they will dwell...

What is past is past
left behind to never be forgotten...

Dry up my tears with your gentle winds,
For your words cease my tears...