She cried, silently screaming
As she stroke the paths of evening
She fears for every second of the night
Nodding as she always see things in black and white.
She drowns things in her mind
She knew herself she's blind.
As she lie awake and pray
Hoping that someone will look her way.
Her love is something light,
Something enchanting for everyone's sight.
Her love has mysteries in touch with stars above
In which an unknown soul quivers for love.
