Lost in the darkness, I wait for her;
She who holds the light that ends my torture
The woman in the cloudy white dress:
Who’s nowhere to be found
The whisper; my guide approaches and says,
"Dear child, sweet child, cry no more."
"Soon, she will come; soon, it will end"
Out in the darkness, stands a one bright light
A Light that glows and spills over all things malicious
And replaces them with all things pretty and blue
"Who is this?"
Out in the darkness, there she stands
With her smile that means the world
Her cold smooth hands that gets you jittery
Her soft mother's voice that sounds like Debussy
Her Heaven-scent hair as brown as chocolate
And her big sparkly eyes that take care of you
It's gone, the turmoil that once tortured me.
All that remains is the sun that grows inside of me.
It's warm and it puts me to rest
The woman in the cloudy white dress
She's here and she's beautiful
The whisper; my guide approaches and says,
"Dear child, sweet child, cry no more!"
"She's here, and your turmoil has ended."
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