Walking down the path alone, searching places
To see and places to know and then a smell
She knows that smell, water She felt
The last bound She had with the skies
Cause holy water She had in Her veins.
Washing Her face freezes there watching
The skies above and seeing Herself in the mirror
A tear falling on Her sweet face makes the lake
Turn red like blood and with this happening
She has become a woman with a heart.
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