'she who had always remained in the depth of my being
in the twilight of gleams and glimpses
she who had never smiled or given it up in the morning
will be the last gift to you the last song

words have wooed but never won her
persuasion has reached to her but come up empty
i have gone from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart
and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life
over my thoughts and actions, my slumber and dreams, she ruled yet
dwelled alone and apart
nobody ever saw her face to face
and she stayed alone in her whatever you want to call it
waiting for you to see her'
-bonnie prince billie