As you arrive, The Raindrops fall. As if confetti, celebrations From the land, the heavens, from all.
You are The Mistress Of The Mist.
And as you depart, The skies fall apart. The torrent flows. As the world drowns in sorrow.
You are The Mistress Of The Mist.*
The Mistress Of Our Hearts.
G. As long as I've known you, you've been the best you can be. You've made so many happy. You really do have something special. I'd like to think that the world knows that as well. You are who you are. You are unique.