A lonely soul sat
At a shiny lake
Watched the sun go down
With the moon in its wake

As a cold breeze stirred
The soul froze and shivered
But she did not move
Even though her heart withered

That soul could no longer weep
But it wouldn't have mattered if she did
For her tears would have frozen solid
On her pale, cold cheeks

The last birds chirped
Their farewell to the dying day
Then they fluttered away to their nests
Even them abandoning that soul astray

Suddenly warmth enshrouded the soul
Another soul had laid a jacket around her
And now was sitting down by her side
Without speaking a single word

The lonely soul was speechless
So she, too, decided to remain quiet
But, faltering, at last she leant against that soul
And so they sat, in this beautiful night