Darkness surrounds her, Beauty defines her
The whole of her heart is wrinkled and cracked
She holds a desire, in her obscure attire
Ere she stands, the woman in black.
She longs for the past, for the gone and forgotten
Her desire, it longs for her hopes and her dreams
Each day ere prior, all she has begotten
Is lost in the mire of time's endless streams
Memories will find her, time will remind her
Her stories will bind her to live in the past
But the more she longs for all the things now behind her
The greater her distance from freedom at last.
From her words unsaid to her stories unread
To her mind now mislead off the track
Her past gone so fast now dead spreads around her
Ere she stands, the woman in black.
