She awaits by the window,
her tears merely dry.
She awaits by the window,
staring at the starry sky.
She awaits for him,
he who has her love.
She awaits for him;
time seeming endless,
she's afraid he's gone above.
She awaits her sadness,
for her screams, her grief and tears.
She awaits her sadness;
for someone to tell her he's dead.
To life have come her fears.
