Watching over you.

Let's the story begin with a sky made out of stars.
Stare blankly at the twinkling diamonds and listen to the wind's story.
What is it that you hear? Is it a sweet lullaby? Or a desperate whispering voice clinging to life?

Ah, I can hear a bitter sweet cry of a lonely traveller who has lost her way.
Clinging to hope, she wanders this valley looking for what she is missing. 

The valley is sleeping, covered by a heavy pure white snow.
Oh, poor traveler.
She will never find it if she search for it in this dead land.

The snow dyes the scenery pure white,
Till the end of her sight, all she can see, pure white.

Every single silent footstep she takes bring her closer and closer to a cliff full of sadness.

But when she is about to fall into that endless pit of despair, she looks up to the sky.
To the starry sky which is looking after her.
The starry sky that keeps all her wishes safe.

"I will be always waiting" she mumbles "but I will also move forward."