I hate the way she sees just the dark night

When it is merely a shadow, because

The stars in her eyes they shine oh so bright

With moondust scattered amongst deep applause

I hate the way she drowns in her own waves

Flailing her arms with her face painted grim

Because it's uncharted water she braves

But she knows perfectly well how to swim

I hate the way she lets clouds crowd her sun

Their presence solely her mind can permit

Clouds so thin that the battle could be won

Her sun would shine through if she would let it

I hate the way, to make myself clearer

She stares back at me in misty mirrors