• alone she walks on empty roads,
    searching for her soul,
    an empty spirit,
    staying quiet so no one knows.

    her fear could never be trapped inside the bottle,
    as it is so large,
    but only her light can restore the world,
    her fear would cease if he appeared,
    for her worries are that of the world's

    her signs can be seen and heard under the falling leaves,
    in the whisting wind,
    and in the fire inside her,
    but until her mortal saviour comes,
    her protector to fight her sorrow,
    her unecessary guilt,
    she remains the trapped spirit, in a gilded cage,
    alone and no one knows.

    the fear of the cold one rises in her glare...