She lived in darkness and in light For pilgrims in the deepest night For poets searching for the sign But seen seen the sense only to die She wasn't warm, she was so cold But granted warmth to every heart Of those who were so brave and bold To let themselves to be apart. She was to blame of every hope Of those who're wandering in vain Who found inhuman deadly cold Discovering their own ways. She was the one, she was the star Or could be brightest, saddest for eternity. But she was pale, and not so far To not fall down on Earth one day.