Something seen had come and gone to now be writ into her songs. It was a one who stoked her soul and taught of some most precious role. That woman had straight stole her heart with spoken words—she was quite smart—seen at last what it would be to set her spirit one day free. Mistakes had long been part of mind—to seek a hero she might find—unknowing it was both and none—the one to heal would be the sun. Two together in its light would find each other through their night. Her sight had been a hurtful boon—the way she left had bled the moon—they’d hold to hope and would not sway or ruin forth another day. Whether it was her or not that princess seen was worth the cost. At last, someone who truly made her see what kind might pass the grade. She'd heard it most in how she felt—what it would be to make her melt. Not a mind of strictest blame but one who'd help her play the game. They'd be a one most like herself, a burdened princess needing help. We need our healing all alone—was what the people would bemoan. They hadn’t heard of Heaven’s say where healing love would lead the way.
