In a vision, in a dream of youth I met her again
My angel, my queen, a long lost friend
I had long forgotten how she made me feel
As the aspects of this dream remained as real

She lifted her voice as the universal spirit
Harmoniously independent yet one with all who had been bit
Once bit, once alive
Upon a weary road we strive

Her young heart sang, she sang the song of love
She sang of new love, her first and true love
In the valley of the lost where perhaps I left her
Such memories of youth become a blur

As I awoke from the dream, I gathered my thoughts, my pen, my theme
I loved a girl, Penelope
I loved the girl in spite of me
Drizzling down the cold rain came
Yet somehow in my head her song remained