The Wishing Tree - The Dance (HQ)

She danced naked for her statues

in the dying candle glow

to the sound of rushing water

from the river down below

she whispered them her stories

into stone ears she did cry

of a broken heart

and how time was right to die

she danced to the riverbank

and cradling her lace

she framed her final portrait

her hair around her face

then she floated down the river

so that all could see and tell

how frozen tears shone on her cheeks

as her soul danced from her shell.