She withers like storm when its night.
She fears the light cause its bright.
She sees the dark, she's frightened.
There's nothing can make her feel lightened.

She rushes into the pit to be fallen,
She gets lost and she's calling,
No one could hear her silence,
But she's loud enough to cover islands.

I hear her voice, she's crying.
I see her tears and I'm dying.
I want to turn the world to stop her,
Cause' most beautiful is her laughter.

She is fire -warms me, burns me.
She is light- guides me, blinds me.
She is hope, that keeps me going.
She is my muse, I know it.

Its chaos and its messy,
Everything but the affection.
She is my necessity.
With her, there are no limits in my passion.

I want to pull her close and hold her,
Kiss her forever and love her,
Not just because that's the fantasy,
But, because shes my muse, my remedy.