in a valley, near a lake,
she's sobbing like her heart will break
while in the lake, on a boat,
he's hoarse and feels his cold heart choke.
a sun might rise, arc in the sky,
to light the land that's warm and dry
and break the clouds, lithe and grey,
which threaten to keep peace away.
tears might dry, on the shore,
if she could burn with hope once more
while in the lake, moving tides,
his strength might lift her ember eyes.