Blind was her love
And blind was her passion.
Forever she dwells in her own tears
Forever she falls in the rivers of time.
What little did she knew of life.
What little did she knew of love.
The only thing she knew was nothing.
The only thing she wished for was everything.
Her love was too strong
It killed her Art
And in the end it killed her lovely heart
We might never feel what she felt
On that dreadful night.
We only can imagine her pain.