They called me, then so I did go,
To let myself fall into waters cool.
Into the eyes that know no fear
But glint back silver from the moon.

I was so tired - I was glad to fall.
When I first came here, it was new-
Each day dawned grander then before
And innocence smiled its blessing on me.

But I have lived a thousand lives
Since first I opened tear-drenched eyes.
And I have felt a thousand winters
Leave their mark within my soul.

I feel them call me - So I go.
To lose myself into the dark
That lingers behind the red-drenched sun
And beckons me with velvet peace.

For pain is life - I know that well.
I have a thousand weeping wounds -
And nothing can ease the sting away
Until the world is wrought anew.

My treasure, my light - I was once garbed in gold,
But now I am queen, queen of the crows.
I am dressed in the garment of cries in the wind -
I am crowned by the glory of blood-bedecked Pain.

So I flee, to seek refuge where only my soul
Sits, on the edge of the peace - filled silence
Where I am embraced by the laughter of children
And smile through the weight of a multitude of sins.

But thorn-crowed, red-cloaked, Pain follows me,
And I shrink from the sight of his brass-bound whip.
But I am myself, and I will not submit,
And so I stand tall, and I face my pain.

I hear them call me - and I go
Slipping sideways through a nest of dreams
Where stillness ripples like a pond
Untouched by the hint of any breeze.

And then I leave.

I am myself, and only me,
And yet am greater, far, far more.
And I face Pain with laugh of scorn,
And I weep oceans from within.

And life goes on, so goes my span.
And I glimpse all that I have lost.
Yet if, they called me, would I go?
A single snowflake in a crystal world.