Her skin it sits upon her bone.
Her lips they whisper things unknown.
Her words like paintings that she drew.
Her eyes unseen to all she knew.
His hopes they sit upon the ground.
His strings they fall; don't make a sound.
His heart it beats like a thousand roars,
As hers, its still like never before.
Her silence reaches to the woods.
Her hands they grasped but never took.
Her breath it comes down to a chill.
Her heart it yearns to be still.
His faith it shelters her every move.
His voice it leads her to his room.
His heart it beats like a thousand roars,
As hers sits still like never before.