Daughter Of The Sun

She sang like a nightingale

Like a mother to a child

She shone like dew on a meadow

In the merest light of dawn

In a time of need and whispers

A whole new world came to her

Neither asked nor wished for it

The Weaver made her a shrouding

In her early years she lost it all

Grief enough for one to share

But the care of a King enhanced her will

She rose again and bravely carried on

She saw the days embraced

By her hopes and dreams

She saw the nightly sky

Open it's diamond eyes

The truth and the lies together

The daggers and the tongues

Made her grow like a rose

Among the thousand thorns

She broke her shackles

And threw them into the sea

Of never ending dreams

Eternal home for the forever lost

She raised her wings from the earth

And flew towards the Sun

Great White against the clouds

Made her shine within

She prayed against her dread

And hoped once more

She cried and stood in the storm

At the hour of great loss

She consumed the fear of her kin

And believed once more

She cast away the storm

To love and to dream again