It shined upon her snow white skin,

Piercing through the curtain,

Playing with her mind — giving her, time to find,

The moon light for her kin.

The snow flakes danced around her,

Shrouding her — surrounding her,

Forgiving her,

She looks up, she doesn’t forget.

The moon glinted off her snow white skin,

She touched her next — her next of Kin,

She touched her gently — her snow white skin,

Forever to go on — with her next of kin.

The moon glimmered in the sky,

Each this this girl — she doesn’t die,

It’s time for her, – to find a new,

A new light under the snow of the moon.