Midnight sun, she make me wonder
Stars above, a world beyond
Far away, she won't surrender
Master of her magic, of her wand

Luminous and wise
Her realm is endless
She overlooks the skies
Her nights are sleepless

She has many forms,
Others dictate her feelings
To which she's pressured to conform
A prisonner to the living

She hears their bickering
Their brooding, despair
Sees them, thinking dreaming
It's not rare,

They think with their eyes
And wonder with their minds,
They bottle all their 'whys?'
And seek worlds to find

Acute sorrow they hide
Beneath their perfect skin
Rules, they do not abide
They won't say where they've been