She sits, a lonely soul apart,
Away from mindless faces.
Dreaming of celestial dreams,
Of far away and magical places.

Her white hair tangled in the stars.
Her heart is filled with love.
Playing with the constellations,
of the universe high above.

Who can she really talk to?
when there's no one there to share,
except for the million nebulas...
who only seem to care.

Although in her own solitude.
her mind begins to sway;
of one day another lonely soul,
to take her heart away.