The Lady of Sorrow
The wind lashed through her hair,
like the ocean whips the beach's sand.
Her eyes sparkle,
with the light of a thousand stars.
The perfect heart of gold,
never to leave someone sad.
The wings of an angel,
each glowing feather a memory.
Yet her wings, if you look,
are missing one very feather,
that every night she tries to find.
It is the the memory of her one and only love,
who died in front of her eyes.
The man she loved,
but could not save no matter how hard she tried.
But now she is with him standing proud and high,
now her name is Lady Guardian of the sky.
She found her feather today not tomorrow,
and she is no longer known as the Lady of Sorrow.
like the ocean whips the beach's sand.
Her eyes sparkle,
with the light of a thousand stars.
The perfect heart of gold,
never to leave someone sad.
The wings of an angel,
each glowing feather a memory.
Yet her wings, if you look,
are missing one very feather,
that every night she tries to find.
It is the the memory of her one and only love,
who died in front of her eyes.
The man she loved,
but could not save no matter how hard she tried.
But now she is with him standing proud and high,
now her name is Lady Guardian of the sky.
She found her feather today not tomorrow,
and she is no longer known as the Lady of Sorrow.