A maiden of only 16 years of age,
sat at the hill top every night...

I'll hold your hand,
as we lace our lips...

Let the sun rise,
don't put shame on me...

I just need you to sing,
let me hear the voice...

She looks at him from a distance,
he doesn't see her there...

Childhood memories flooding back,
remembering the grass between my toes...

Flying as high as the stars,
watching the world go round...

The path begins to explode.
Wild herbs and flowers tickle my neck...

Poems are for the lovers,
spilling their heart into words...

She carried the world on her shoulders, yet never...
Her hair fell down the side of her face, caressing...

You see their beauty through the screen,
knowing that's what you'll never be...

She sits on the highest clouds,
looking down in sorrow...