As the last flower blooms
the first snowflake falls
in this cold deathly wind
the summer breeze calls
she thinks of him for a moment
as her sorrows turn to tears
she used to feel loved
but now her happiness fades to fears
the longing for warmth
the hating of sin
and the wishing for love
seep through her skin
the tear drops pour down
her pale white cheeks
from one more cut
the blood:it leaks
she dances in mourning
she dances, she screams
she dances as spring takes the form of her dreams
now the sand is white beneath her feet
the moon shines down like a soft warm sheet
the wind lashes out like the blade of a knife
she dances until this night takes her life
