She wonders in her dark room
Has my heart become stone?
Did a love long ago
Turn me hard and cold?
For this ray of light appears
As the sun comes to thaw the ice
And though I think of him
Of our whispers in the night
I cannot help but stand
In my angry and loud home
Feeling that strongest urge
To carry on alone.
His face does bring me joy
Which I once before have felt
And I fear that one day soon
My bitter resolve will melt
All sweetness in his words
And naive delight in his face
Begin to brighten my smile
My doubts being erased
But no, she thinks in anger
I shall be as strong as thunder
And as her head turns on her pillow
In her dark room does she wonder.