Many oceans away
Where there is only night and never day,
A young maiden sits.
Her hair is pale as the moon
And her eyes as deep and dark as the heavens
She wears a stained white gown
And cries her starlight tears.
Her delicate fingers strive to scrub away the stains
The stains that mar the once pure gown
But still they remain
Ever growing
Ever reminding
And she cries her starlight tears.
