THE LADY WHO WAITS IN THE FALLING SNOW,
HUNGERS FOR THE LOST SOULS,
SHE LAYS HER HEAD APON THE WIND,
EARS WIDE WIDE THE SOUND OF CRYING WAILS,
FOR THOSE WHO WOULD PASS ON,
MOURNING THOSE WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND,
HER EYE FILLED TO THE BRIMM WITH RAIN,
A RAIN FROZEN TO ICE BY THE WAY OF MEN,
FEAR NO LONGER MATTERING TO HER FOR HER HEART IS COLD,
SHE STANDS GAURD OVER THOSE THAT ARE INNOCENT,
GILDING THEIR EVERY MOVE,
HELPING THEM FIND PEACE WHERE SHE COULD NOT,
HER FEET WALK THE PATHS OF BROKEN DREAMS,
THESE SHARDS OF GLASS THAT SHATTER WITH EACH STEP,
EACH IN IT'S OWN WAY THE PAINS OF THOSE THAT SHE MUST WATCH,
EACH PEACE A PART OF HER SOUL BEING PULLED FOR THE WORLD,
EACH AN INTERNAL FIGHT FOR HER SAINTY,
THE SOULS PASS BY FLOATING IN THE RIVER,
SHE MUST COUNT FOR EACH ONE IN HIS OR HER TURN,
BUT WHAT ABOUT HER MUST SHE STAY HER OWN HAND,
MUST HER PAIN REMAIN IN THIS LAND FOR ALL TO SEE,
THESE ARE HER PAIN FOR LOVE OF LIFE HERS HAS MUCH SORROW,
THOUGH THROUGH THE EYES OF OTHERS SHE WILL FIND SOME TYPE OF PEACE,
SOME TYPE OF HOPE, FOR SOMEDAY HER LOVER WILL FIND HER,
FOR IN HIS GRACE SHE MAY FINALLY REST HER SOUL,
FOR NOW THOUGH ONLY HER TEARS SHOW,
SHOWN HEAR LIKE THE FALLIN RAIN,
SOON SHE SHALL NOT CRY,
BUT ALAST, SHE CAN ONLY WEEP.
