The Treble Cleff Couldn't Shout A Sadder Note Than This

She was the winter
She was the roar of white
Snow white queen, sitting by the glass
Dangling on my heart strings, slipping quite fast

She was the summer
She was the daylight of my soul
Like the sea breeze, wasn't she?
Carried by the warmth of a thousand sunsets

I was waiting by her meadow
Staring through her french stained glass
Her silhouette, couldn't she glance?

She danced on top of palaces
Like the angel I once knew
When will the sky be too high for her to fall down?
Down by my arms one last time, angel, could you?